Bangsar Lutheran Church - I Am Not Worthy To Have You Come Under My Roof

Lord Christ,
I wish I could offer you
A reasonably clean
And swept house
To dwell in,
But I can’t.
I can say—and know the meaning of — “I am not worthy to have you come under my roof…”
But you are already there!
Living among the once-flourishing idols,
The floor is dirty
And at times the room is airless—
Even for me!
I am ashamed of your presence there,
Yet you slept in a cave
And on a donkey’s back at night
Under the desert stars.
So, if I can’t change your accommodations,
Let me rejoice all the same
That you are present.
I must believe strongly, Lord,
That I can’t question this:
That you are at home
With sinners—
And my greatest sin, Lord Christ,
Is that I don’t want to be a sinner!
Nor do I easily accept it—still,
The evidence
Is overwhelming.
But hope is like a green shoot
In the midst of an airless, disordered world.
And that hope comes from your Spirit.
I rest in that hope, Lord.

Written by:
William Breault

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