Photo by Jordan Chapell
COme down easy
Come down easy—
Come down easy, dear soul,
Into the place prepared for you.
Come down easy,
Come down easy, dear soul,
Into the rest you need,
The place prepared for you,
Oh, come down easy.
Beside still waters, come down easy, dear soul,
He leads you by the quiet streams.
He is with you—He’s always with you, dear soul.
He holds you in His arms,
You’re always in His arms,
So come down easy.
And here your heart can be at peace,
Your weary soul can find its rest.
Oh, soul, this world is not your home!
So come to Him,
Come down easy, dear soul.
“Come,” He bids you. “Come down easy, dear child,
And find the rest prepared for you.
“I am with you—I’m always with you, dear child.
“So find your rest in Me, your place prepared by Me.
So come down easy.”
And here your heart can be at peace,
Your weary soul can find its rest.
Oh, soul, this world is not your home!
So come to Him,
Come down easy, dear soul.
“Come,” He bids you. “Come down easy, dear child,
And find the rest prepared for you.
“I am with you—I’m always with you, dear child.
“So find your rest in Me, your place prepared by Me.
So come down easy.”
Come down easy, into the place prepared for you.
Text (and music) by Kathy Chapell, 2013
About Kathy
Kathy Chapell is the wife of Dr. Bryan Chapell, mother to four grown and married children, grandmother to six (currently). She has taught preschool music, high school music, private flute and piano lessons, and directed church choirs. She has been a pastor’s wife, professor’s wife, and seminary president’s wife. Kathy is an accomplished musician, seminar speaker, loves to do jigsaw puzzles, and is an avid mystery book reader. Bryan and Kathy have four married children and a growing number of adorable grandchildren. The Chapells live in Atlanta, Georgia.
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