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First of all, I thank you, Lord,
I thank you for my dwelling place, Lord:
let me not take it for granted
and keep me generously mindful
of those who have no place they might call home…
And how lovely is your dwelling place,
O Lord of hosts…
Your dwelling is the universe and all the heavens
– and beyond the heavens, Lord…
Your dwelling has no roof, no walls,
no beginning and no end…
The beauty of your dwelling’s beyond anything
my mind might conceive or my dreams imagine
and yet – your dwelling place is with me and in me…
You who cannot be confined,
you choose to dwell within my soul
and make your home within my heart…
You, whom all creation can’t contain,
you enter my humble quarters,
the spare, simple chambers of my heart,
and there, in Spirit, make yourself at home…
And, Lord, as you can see,
I’m seldom ready for company,
for receiving any guests at all,
let alone, you, the greatest guest of all…
So, please forgive me,
(indeed, forgive me, Lord!)
for my house is not in order, not yet or ever ready
to be a place where you might dwell
a place you might call home…
And yet, you come, you enter and you stay
and you don’t leave, you don’t go away,
you remain within me, always,
and in making my heart your home
you make of your heart a home for me…
Amen.
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