He will come,

He will come.

I can trust that He will come.

For He comes even on a  frosty whisper,

Lighting the darkness with pinpoints of hope.

Just as the stars appear each dark night.

He will come,

Inspite of myself; my shortcomings and failings;

His arrival does not depend on my preparations.

Only that I wait expectantly in the dark.

In the silence

If I open my inner stable door

He will come like a tiny child,

Silently slipping into the open spaces in my heart.

I smile

My heart burns with newborn life.

He always Comes.