O Weary Wanderer

O weary wanderer
Come and lay your head on the pillow
Of the softest words I speak

O weary wanderer
Come and rest with Me and take the sandals
From your battered feet


For this place is holy
Let Me wash your feet
And as I wash them
I'll let you cry


O weary wanderer
Come and hide in this secret place
Within My sacred walls

Here, weary wanderer
I comfort you and catch every tear
That you let fall


For this place is holy
Let Me wash your feet
And as I wash them
I'll let you cry