Give Me Your Problems, Mine Ain't Big Enough

Come unto Me
All ye who are heavy laden
I'll give you rest
I have come to lift the fallen

Leaving my throne
And command of holy angels
Giving up lots
Being attack from all angles

Solitary
Was my life from that of a child
Customary
To be outcast yet meek and mild

Was born to die
That others indeed might yet live
I paid the price
I died once, now I live to give

Whosoever
Now can become a child of God
No matter what
Whether young old or very odd

Give me problems
As you see, mine ain't big enough
Let me abide
In you, to make right what is rough

Give me the world
The forces of hell and mayhem
I'll give you peace
As I did father Abraham