Come softly, Jesus...
like a cloud
and lift me high above the crowd.
Come softly in the morning dew
when all creation's bright and new.
Come softly on the wings of spring
and let me hear the songbirds sing.
Come softly as a budding rose
that brings such pleasure to my nose.
Come softly as the evening tide
that sweeps the shoreline far and wide.
Come softly as a flake of snow
that melts upon the earth below.
Come softly as this morning prayer
in my heart I know you're there!

Clay Harrison

Whoever calls on the name
of the Lord shall be saved.
Acts 2:21
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