Sometimes some ordinary day will come,
A busy day like this - fill to the brim
With ordinary tasks - perhaps so full
That we have little thought or care for Him.
And there will be no hint from silent skies,
No sign, no clash of cymbals, roll of drums;
And yet that ordinary day will be
The very day in which our Lord will come.
My mum gave this to me ages ago
and I stumble across it on the weekend.
A very timely reminder in our very hectic world.