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Right Address, Wrong House
A certain master began a journey that would take some time
He left his house to his servant in faith it would be fine
He left instructions for its care along with all that it would need
He promised a reward and the servant firmly agreed
As time went by the and master did not return
The servant began to wonder and became a bit concerned
He went over the instructions for the home and it's care
And decided to make adjustments here and there
Times have changed he thought, it's time for something new
The ideas that built this house back then will no longer do
The market is much different since the master went away
This structure is not relevant in the world today
One day he saw a man looking dazed and confused
He said to him “Excuse me sir may I help you”
As he turned he realized his master so long gone
Come, he said to the master, welcome home
This is not my house he said, not my house at all
Of course it is said the servant, your picture is on the wall
Your name is written everywhere, inside and out
Minus minor changes there should be no doubt
This is not my house He said, it may be the address
But my house is the place where my spirit at rest
My house is the place where my word lives and breathes
You have turned my house into a den or thieves
They that dwell in my house count me as a stranger
I am an alien in their sight, my ways to them as danger
My house is not of bricks and stones
Utility bills and interest loans
My house stands before me as so much more
Than worship songs and seats filled to the door
My house, He said is a house of prayer
My will and my ways are welcomed there
My house, he said was built solely on my word
Even the hint of change is completely absurd
Unless my house is as I left it before
I cannot, I will not dwell here anymore
This is not my house he said, it my be the address
But my house is where my spirit rest
J. Moore
7/23/2017
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Right Address, Wrong House
Right Address, Wrong House