When Zaccheus had you to dinner
He must have been embarrassed to bring you in
To his clutter and evident preoccupation
With the love of money, and fear of lack.
But you came to his heart anyway
And he watched as your eyes roved about
Touching the furnishings and disarray
Cluttering up his life.
And he fell in love with this Jesus
Who loved him enough to come sit awhile in his garbage,
The radiant Son of the Living God
Somehow seeing the gold inside of an ugly man.
After that first visit, he couldn’t clean house fast enough!
He threw out old treasures,
Abandoned love of money and fear of lack
To create a suitable resting place for God.
Arise, O Lord and come to your resting place,
My heart laid bare and open for you to dwell!
A heart that loves the things, people and places you love,
A suitable home for the heart of my God.
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