GENTLE GUEST

His coming was quiet---
no clash of cymbals,
no blast of trumpets---
just the midnight song of angels
and the awe-filled sighs of shepherds
on a hillside hushed by
holiness.

His coming is still quiet---
His call is tender.
HIs pleading soft---
just s whisper of love in the silence
and a gentle touch of promise
to the humble heart that bids Him welcome.

~ taken from Faces In the Crowd
By B. J. Hoff

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