A visitor comes to Your house.
Yet another makes two.
They’ve come to fellowship,
To worship You.
Their eyes seek Your people.
Your people extend their hand.
They try to comfort
And teach to understand.
The card is signed
“I’m new to here.”
The pastor reassures,
“You are so dear.”
The children are adored
by all who were blessed.
They show the crafts made.
Oh how cute they’re dressed.
Farewell to our visitors.
Farewell to your souls.
We pray they’ll return,
Or at least be Yours whole.

11-28-2005 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire