Like LoLo say, "we're all a little boy or girl inside" Naked and afraid Hungry with no bread A little kid hid by the layers of life we've accumulated Callouses get formed from scars and Sin in all its forms Mistakes, dirt done worn down from relentless Life storms, the weight of the day-to-day wars The Burden everyone's soul is poor Been running away, so long But Christ says, "come" No goodness is needed to come Just humble ear drums, and a hand wanting His love Come near the Son Come as a dead man A prodigal daughter Come as kid Let down your fists Let Him embrace your face, your tired heart, and your tired soul Come, as you are Poor as you are Come, young little boy Come, precious daughter Come from afar And come, as you are Poor as you are Come, to the One Who calls us all through the tombs of life And the tombs of our soul back to His arms Just come, pour as you are, back to His arms, just come Pour as we are, come