I rub the moist cloth
into the wood of the table.
And I think of You.
I think of how much I love You.
And that if I were cleaning this table
for You,
I would want it to shine.
Like the dome of a great Cathedral.
And I am your cathedral, Lord.
A house built for Your glory.
Oh, fill every wall,
every corner,
every room.
With Your love.
Shine Your light into
every window.
Unlock my heart.
With Your healing love.
Your healing Word.
Your love.
Your Word.
Is healing my scars.
Rebuilding my walls.
Your tender love.
Is unlocking my heart.
Jesus.
My Rock.
My Light.
My Life.
Oh, how I love You.
Here is the key.
To my heart.