I have a house inside of me,
A house that you will never see.
No-one walks through its' door,
Or ever steps upon its floor.
It is the place where I abide,
I go there when I want to hide.
He is there and I must
face the blame,
I go inside to hide my shame.
He is there to comfort me,
He opens doors so I can see.
Yes this house is my heart,
Where Jesus lives
so we'll never part.
He wants us all if we are true,
Not just me or a chosen few.
~ Author ~
Dawn Shirley
Dawn, My Friend . . .
Thank you for allowing me to
share your wonderful poem as I
am sure it will touch the hearts
of many.
May you always continue with your talent of
writings to bless those who reads and keep
in mind what I once wrote you . . .
"For the words of a poet enters the hearts
of many and comforts the soul of the mind."
Thanks again! . . . As Always, Kapua'
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her permission. Please do not take this
or any of her writings without asking her
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