Soft-soled slippers in silence, on tiptoes telling no tales.
Footfalls that follow like moonlight, quietly keep on your trail.
Someone's been walking behind you, you turn but there's nothing to see.
A lingering sense of a presence, wondering what can it be.
Slowly you start to remember, a comforting voice in the night.
A song in the glorious sunrise, a call in the soft evening light.
Strange and yet somehow familiar, the sound of your name on the wind.
A sense that the searching has ended, and the change is about to begin.
Warmth like a hand on your shoulder, a whisper at this time you hear.
A glow like a lamp in the window, the spirit of Jesus is here.
The star of the morning is rising, the day spring that scatters the dark.
As heaven's awaiting your answer, he touches the door to your heart.