Visitor
You stole in unbeknown'st to me
with soft and silent tread,
You laid your hands upon my soul
and my confusions fled.
It stretched and flexed its crumpled wings
unused to flights of joy,
it tripped and skipped in gratitude
just like a baby boy
and by degrees my barren heart
took solace from above,
my empty feelings of despair
transfigured by Your love.
|