This Old House

I have a little secret,
whispering somewhere behind a door.
I try to keep it quiet,
Though the silence makes it roar.
I have a hidden shame,
I keep it sealed away.
But the moment I relax,
it creeps out to wreck my day.
I have a vile rodent
scurrying somewhere in the wall.
I set out traps to catch it,
but the sly critter avoids them all.
I think tomorrow will be better,
I’ll finally get control.
Then I wake up to find,
They’ve chewed another hole.
O Lord tear down this old house.
My life to You I bring.
Please build in me Your temple,
fit for You my Lord and King.


Hear my cry, O God;
listen to my prayer. 
From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint; 
lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, 
a strong tower against the foe. 
I long to dwell in your tent forever 
and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.
Selah (a pause for praise, worship and reflection)
For you have heard my vows, O God; 
you have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.
Psalm 61:1-5

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