soft he comes

Soft, He comes to me now...

This maker of all.

Composer of thunder and

earthquake's source...

Quiet, He enters my mind's chamber.

Designer of galaxies,

spreader of deserts...

He tiptoes into my heart.

Ruler of nature, sovereign over kings,

Master of time, keyholder of life's door...

He whispers in my ear...speaks love to me.

I will come away with Him...

for who else is there?

He framed it all, fashioned it firm

and found me here...

His soft touch tells me so.

Song of Solomon 2:4 

He escorts me to the banquet hall;
    it's obvious how much he loves me.

love and blessings (hear the whispers!),

Rob Smith