Gentle Word

His still, small voice breaks silence of the night
In Bethlehem, while in His Mother’s arms,
And stars outside the stable give their light:
Show Joseph there, protects them from all harm.
His gentle sounds from crib belie His strength,
Rests in His Truth, for He’s the Way, the Life;
To save us He will go to any length,
Will cleanse our hearts, the origin of strife.
For in His peace we see the world anew—
An Eden glimpse of far side of the Fall—
Yet, not behind, but future through Him view
His promise: He will save us after all.
For in that still, small voice to us He gives
What we need most—His Word says, “I forgive!”