Inside the Church by Evilscaught [CC BY 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons
My God, you are all-powerful,
you could have made yourself a house
as easily as you brought the world into existence
with a wave of your hand.
But you preferred to build human beings instead,
and humans in turn were to build for you.
Blessed be the mercy that showed us such love.
You are infinite and we are finite;
you built us a world and we build you a house.
What a wonderful thing it is that humans can build a house
for the God of all power, who is present everywhere,
from whom nothing escapes.
You live among us, such is your affection for us;
you bind us to yourself with your love.
You have come to stay with us
and you urge us to take the road to Heaven,
to go and live with you.
If you left your dwelling and chose to live in the Church
it was to persuade us to abandon our homes
and choose Paradise instead.
You came to live among humanity
that each of us might come in contact with you.
Where are you, Lord? In Heaven.
Where shall we expect to find you? Here in the sanctuary.
Your heavens are too high for us,
but the Church is within our reach and we can find you there.
Your throne in Heaven rests on a bank of flame:
who would dare to approach it?
But you, God all mighty, live also in bread:
whosoever will may approach and taste.
Balai, died c. 460, Syrian hymnist
The Macmillan Book of Earliest Christian Prayers, freely modified
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Behold, I stand at the door and knock.
If anyone hears my voice and opens the door,
I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.
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