When He Came
I waited for him as the soldier comes
With a beating of drums and trumpet call;
But he arrived instead with a quiet tread
That my ears never heard at all.
I thought he would come like the blazing sun
And claim me for his bride;
But in the soft twilight of a starlit night
He stood there at my side.
I thought he would come as loud thunder
That shouts to the midnight skies;
Instead he came as a whisper
And the finger of love touched my eyes.
I dreamed of the fire that shone in his eye
Might give mine a more tender glow;
But I saw in his face a more intimate grace
That I discovered not long ago
I thought he would come in the tumult
Of ten thousand voices in song;
Instead he came in soft silence
And brought me to where I belong.
I hoped would come to incite my soul
As seas are split by storm's strife;
But he brought me balm of a sublime calm
And tranquility that crowned my life.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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