Christ comes like warm lamplight under the door,
touching tired hands and hidden bones;
soft silence tastes of bread and grace,
mercy breathes through the blue-lit screen,
and weary hearts, at last,
smell the bread-warm scent of home.
Christ comes like warm lamplight under the door,
touching tired hands and hidden bones;
soft silence tastes of bread and grace,
mercy breathes through the blue-lit screen,
and weary hearts, at last,
smell the bread-warm scent of home.