In a quiet street where footsteps go,

There’s a little shop with a gently glow

A gently chime upon the door,

A sound of welcome, warm and pure,

For every ring, a story starts,

Of seeking minds and open hearts,

And in it’s tone, so small, so true,

God’s gentle welcome comes in too

In the corner, warm and near,

The scent of coffee draws you here,

Served around small tables,

With laughter, grace and care,

A place where strangers meet,

And faith is freely shared

On the right side a cross hangs upon the wall,

A quiet, steady sign,

Reminding every soul who comes:

” I died to call you Mine”

On shelves they stay,

Waiting for someone to read today,

For in each book, both old and new,

Lives a spark of hope shining through

And when you leave, you do not go,

The same as when you came,

For something sacred walks with you,

A whisper of His Name

By Naomi Visser