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Lord Jesus, You said You had nowhere to lay Your head:

I offer You my sin-damaged soul.

I am neither bird nor fox, and offer neither nest nor hole;

but only this, which has the appearance of a transient's shack.

Yet, You are not taken aback.

This wretched hovel of my soul, mangled by sin's malice

shall become, in Your Sanctifying Presence, like to a palace,

a mansion and not an outhouse or ransacked shed.

Starward-Led