Softly and tenderly,
Jesus is calling
Cheryl and I sang with the others,
standing on the risers in our choir robes
like Christmas angels on a tree.
Come home, come home,
you who are weary come home
So Cheryl came home
with me to the one-bedroom house
with the rag rugs and
my grandparent's four-poster bed.
It's a Kindness to each other,
something a lady understands can't be a sin;
it's a Kindness, our Mercies to each other,
and if breasts are for babies, then baby, I'm in.
See, on the portals He's waiting and watching,
watching for you and for me.
Cheryl sings it in the morning
softly, to herself
with coffee in one hand and keys in the other,
to drive the kids to school on the bus.
Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling
calling, O sinner, come home!
I'm home already, or as home as I can be
with the cream in my coffee all the sweet that I need;
softly and tenderly...taking care of my own,
and all who are weary, Come home!
just something for Rommy's goose "Virtue or Vice" at Toads.