The House That God Built
THE HOUSE THAT GOD BUILT 2/22/03
My soul resides in the house that God built,
it was placed there with no shame, no worries, no guilt.
As long as I live there, I’ll be on easy street,
Any and everything I need and want for will be handed to me on a silver platter.
My God holds has all of the clout.
It’s furnished with Agape love, and it’s homey presence is filled abundantly with a
Heavenly sense of God The Father & His Jesus His Son.
The omnipotent one whose sacrifice is greater a gift than I’ll ever know,
And His grace and mercy is everlasting, yet His beauty is constant to bestow.
While in the house that God built, I’ll stay focus wholeheartedly towards Thee,
And if I fall short or fall by the wayside my Father will set my soul free.
No bricks, no stone, no wood nor clay, I just repent and trust Him and he leads the way.
This house will never falter nor fall, as long as on Jesus
The original builders name I call.
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