Lay It Down

You've been carrying the whole world on your shoulders
Trying to be enough for everyone around
Your bones are tired, your spirit's getting colder
And you keep running, but there's nothing left to give out

But there's a grace that's not earned by your striving
A rest that comes when you stop trying to arrive

Lay it down, lay it down
Every burden, every weight, lay it down
Come and rest in arms that will not bend or break
You were never meant to carry what I hold
Lay it down

You've confused your worth with what you can produce
Made yourself a machine and forgot the use
Of green pastures and still water and quiet hills
Of a God who made the Sabbath and calls you still

So come as you are — not as you wish you were
Lay down the pressure and the performance here

He makes me lie down in green pastures
He leads me beside still waters
He restores — He restores my soul
And He walks with me through every shadow
Till the rest becomes the road
He restores my soul

Lay it down... you can lay it down
You are loved enough to rest
Lay it down