THE HOUSE
I’ve built a house I can’t keep clean
Large rooms filled with needs I can’t sustain
Rusted frames and dusty floors
I act like the rich but remain the poor
Yet out I go and loudly I speak
Telling all to come and see
Everything I’ve done
Everything I am
me me me
Then to the house I return
With much more than I’ve earned
Only adding to this cluttered space
That which could never fill this selfish place
I’ve worked and I’ve built this house to be
A house of self and a house of me
So tear down these walls and rip up these floors
Destroy this house till I remain no more
Then Lord build again a house that’s new
A house of Love and a house of You
It’s not so you can support yourself or your family.
It’s not so you can get more stuff.
It’s not for comfort.
It’s not for your image.
It’s not for accomplishments.
It’s not just so you can say you are busy.
It’s to make Him known.
How are you doing with that?
— Frederick W. Faber
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