Softly and Tenderly

Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,

Calling for you and for me.

See on the portals He’s waiting and watching,

Watching for you and for me.

Come home, come home.

Ye who are weary come home.

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,

Calling, oh sinner, come home.

I love this song. Every time I sing it I am reminded that Jesus is calling to me, not just in the initial call of salvation, but in the daily call to abide in Him.

He calls me softly, earnestly, tenderly.

He’s not yelling. He’s not laying on a guilt trip. When I finally answer His call, He never says, “Well, where have you been? It’s about time.” I frequently snub and ignore Him, and yet, He calls to me. Softly and tenderly.

Why would Jesus do that? Why is He calling me? Doesn’t He already know who I am?

What in the world does He want from me?

Jesus is not calling me for Him. He is calling me for me. He knows what a life wholly lived in Him can be, and He longs to see me live the fullness of that life.

But I keep forgetting. Every day I roll out of bed and hit the ground running. I continue running. And Jesus keeps calling, “Come home, come home.” But I can’t hear Him. It is hard to hear a still, small voice in the middle of all my running.

And yet, He calls, earnestly, tenderly.

He is not giving up on me. He keeps calling, because He is patient. And persistent.

And when I listen, I yield to His grace and His mercies. His still, small voice speaks peace to my troubled soul, and I find a calm that the world cannot give me, because it does not know the true Source. But I know. By God’s grace, I know.

Why do I resist this resting place? Why wouldn’t I want to go home?

Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading,

Pleading for you and for me?

Why should we linger and heed not His mercies,

Mercies for you and for me?

Come home, come home,

Ye who are weary come home.

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,

Calling, oh sinner, come home.

Home. A place of welcome, warmth, and acceptance. A place where I am loved no matter what. Unfortunately, my home doesn’t always feel that way. Sometimes it feels chaotic. Often, this is because I feel chaotic. But then, when I finally stop running, when I cease striving, I am at home with the Lord. When I am at home with Him, I can manage the stresses that make me feel so out of place, like a stranger in my own home. When I am at home with Him, I feel the perfect love of my Heavenly Father, who will never leave me or forsake me. Who will always welcome me home.

Oh for the wonderful love He has promised,

Promised for you and for me!

Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon,

Pardon for you and for me.

Come home, come home,

Ye who are weary come home.

I can go home. I don’t have to worry about being found out when I go home; I am already found out. Found out and forgiven. My Father is waiting for me, and I earnestly seek the Way home.

Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,

Calling, oh sinner, come home.



1. Selected lyrics from “Softly and Tenderly,” by Will L. Thompson, 1880.

2. Psalm 46:10 “Cease striving and know that I am God.” (NASB)




About Julia

Welcome! I'm so glad you stopped by. My name is Julia. I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a teacher, and most recently, a writer. Above all, I am a daughter of the King. I am constantly amazed at God's goodness in my life; undeserved and unlimited. Come sit and visit awhile. The teapot's always on the stove.
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  2. Samual says:

    Very nice article, exacttly what I needed.

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