Oh Lord, will you give me a house on a hill
With a garden, and herbs on the window sill?
With a family kitchen with gadgets galore
Three of us working, and still room for more!
Lovely and open with natural light
Not too big though, so that cleaning’s a fight.
I’d like a piano, small grand if you please
Where I could make music, and tickle those keys.
But the most lovely part of this house I speak of
Is please fill the house with some people to love
Family, friends, and a stranger or two
Who may enter as strangers, but leave knowing you.
…leave feeling it’s your house that they were just in
And knowing that they’re always welcome within.
Lord I know that this prayer I ask you is bold
“You have not ’cause you ask not”, is what I am told.
So I’m boldly asking, and believe it can be
But if not your will, still content I will be.
For my heart’s like a house where your love will remain
May all guests who visit, find you just the same.