GOD'S HOUSE
There is a place we all call home
Where we are or where we roam
Looking to see what we can find
Wondering what may come to mind
He gives us Love sent from above
By his Angels or a pure white dove
He gives us gifts in many ways
All we need to do is pray
Filled with joy from head to feet
Praising the Lord to whom we meet
He lifts us up when we're down
And puts our feet back on the ground
When we think of God's House
Why do we try to picture it
Look at a rose and it's perfect shape
As we know God had a perfect place
Written By
J.A.Gill
9/3/98 ©
