Deep into the night, a passer-by stopped and whispered...
Here I am, knocking on your door...
If you hear My voice, and open the door...
I will come in, dine with you, and you with Me...
My soul asked Him...
Who are You stranger ?
He said...
I am a manger's babe, a Nazareth's
resident, a carpenter from Galilee!
A King... without an earthly kingdom...
I am He... Jesus is My name...
I gave My bread to the hungry... My water to the thirsty...
And My blood for forgiveness!
I called Him from inside...
Come in... O King of Glory!
For You, under my roof will sleep...
And in my heart will rest your head... My beloved.
Naguib Azer Bestavros (1926-1957)