In the house of my Father there is a place <br />for each one that comes to Him <br />and constantly I am astounded by His love and sacrifice <br />but sometimes I want to hide my life and cover it <br />as I am stained by my own conceit <br />and now in my years of old age <br />I am longing back to the days spent with Him <br />while time is drawing a line through my years <br />and I realise that I want to embrace Him <br />but sometimes I do not know where to lie down my head <br />when I walk along the dark road of life <br />but my hesitation is only for a short while <br />before I want Him close to me <br />and wherever I am His house always stands open for me.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-house-of-my-father/
