A Home for My God

David, Thy Servant, desired to build You a house.
I, too, desire to build You a holy dwelling.
I desire to build it here,
In this space in which I live.

Here on this ground of my being,
More than brick and mortar,
More than outward beauty,
I raise its rafters of prayer.

I desire this house to be a home,
Where angels and saints are welcome,
And drawn by the Heart of this dwelling,
For the home I will build is totally Yours.

With Davis, Your servant, I desire.
I desire to please  and serve my God.
Make of me a home, an abode,
In which we may sup,
Now, and eternally.

(C)2016 Joann Nelander

Adopt Me–Denver Animal Shelter _Call 720-337-1818

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Call 720-337-1818 or visit http://www.denvergov.org/Default.aspx?alias=www.denvergov.org/denveranimalshelter for questions about Vinnie.

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My Holy Thee

My Holy Three
The ground of me.
In knowing myself
May I know Thee.

Write upon my heart
The thoughts that are Your own.
Seat Yourself upon
My empty throne.

You who find no place
To rest Your Head.
Here, reign and rule
To delight and wed..

My Holy Three
The ground of me.
In knowing myself
May I forever know Thee.

Yesterday

Yesterday I was a child
My world stopped at the garden gate.
You were presence, comfort,
And promise of tomorrow.

© 2011 Joann Nelander

I Dream of Heaven

Night and day, I dream of heaven.

O, not the dream that slumber brings,

that mirage that is tortuous,

with struggles and comings and goings,

jumbles and journeys

taking me far, far from home.

No, I speak now of the dream of my heart.

I dream of heaven, the cry of my heart.

With longing and yearning and surety of soul,

I labor in love for a home that I know.

Through all life’s long journey,

my days are replete

with a pilgrim’s desire,

that sheds light ‘to my feet.

Though weary, and broken, I no longer doubt,

That all heaven is waiting to welcome with shout,

one miserable sinner, it can’t do without.

By Joann Nelander