"A child in a foul stable,
Where the beasts feed and foam;
Only where he was homeless
Are you and I at home:
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost—how long ago!
In a place no chart nor ship can show
Under the sky's dome.
To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home."

-G.K. Chesterton

Place Where God Was Homeless

Faithful Love

Words and Music by Hillsong United.
Arrangement by Allie Crummy.

Inside Out

Bear Fruit In Me

Incognito account where I share things that are too raw to share openly.

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