Coming, ready or not

Not many leaves left on the trees, but a little bit of colour can still be found

Come, Jesus, come into our world –
– as if you were ever absent –
– come again into the minds of the human race,
into our minds.
Come to our streets, our hospitals,
our homes, places of love or abuse;
come to or work places,
and our places of fun,
our transport and our armchairs.

Come to make peace,
to give a voice to the voiceless,
to stand by those who are
on the receiving end of violence,
to suffer because of all the wrong
we do to one another,
and to speak words of hope.

Come, Jesus, come into our world.

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