Jesus, You come.

Shrouded in Mystery,

You come.

Lord, Divine One,

Hidden God,

You come.

I enter Your Heart.

I desire here to abide,

Eternally abide.

You search me.

Your penetrating glance,

Sees through and through.

I search Your eyes.

As You, O Lord,

Contemplate me.

Knowing the sinner before You,

You stay to sup,

To sup and supply.

Jesus, You come.

Shrouded yet known,

I live the Mystery of You.

Lord, Jesus, “Come”!

c 2020 Joann Nelander