John 1:38-39 <br /> <br />What happy secret fountain, <br />Fair shade or mountain, <br />Whose undiscovered virgin glory <br />Boasts it this day, though not in story, <br />Was then thy dwelling? Did some cloud, <br />Fixed to a tent, descend a shroud <br />My distressed Lord? Or did a star, <br />Beckoned by Thee, though high and far, <br />In sparkling smiles haste gladly down <br />To lodge light and increase her own? <br />My dear, dear God! I do not know <br />What lodged Thee then, nor where, nor how; <br />But I am sure Thou dost now come <br />Oft to a narrow, homely room, <br />Where Thou too hast but the least part: <br />My God, I mean my sinful heart.<br /><br />Henry Vaughan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dwelling-place/
