So small may be the house I want to build,
it would have room for no one else but me
so I may live my life out peaceably.
But when the rains are stopped, and winds are stilled,
and sun is shaded, would I feel fulfilled?
So maybe I will build a house for three,
myself, my wife, our firstborn, family
enough so that my little house is filled.
But where do we lodge strangers, wash saints' feet,
and entertain the angels unawares?
Where do our other children sleep and eat?
A mansion I may need for all these cares,
yet if I build one, it is incomplete
without a little closet for my prayers.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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