In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If there were not, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back again and take you to myself, so that where I am you also may be…Whoever loves me will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our dwelling with him.‘” (John 14.2-3,23)

Heaven’s Hermitage

The altar of self-sacrifice,
Becomes the footing for His home;
Forgetting self with all its vice,
She prepares for His kingdom come.

The walls of peace are raised with prayer,
And gratitude tiles the floor;
Sweet scents of love pervade the air,
And confidence attends the door.

With songs of thanksgiving and praise,
Her soul proclaims His awesome reign;
Her spirit dances as it plays —
All heaven joins in the refrain:

“The Father’s strong and gentle arms,
Cradles the soul next to his chest:
Secured in peace; safe from all harms —
The greatest joy’s found in His rest!”

He stoops and lifts her up by grace;
All heaven joins in His embrace.

May we be cradled in the arms of Our Father in the eternal embrace of grace.

(c) Paul Buis, 2003

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