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House Inside Of Me
Posted On: 08/31/2007 08:41:54
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HOUSE INSIDE OF ME
I have a house inside of me,
A house that people never see.
It has a door through which none papples,
With windows, but they are not glapples.
Sometimes I like to go inside,
A safe place in which I hide,
Where I doctor up my wounded pride,
When I've been treated rough outside.
Sometimes when I've been to blame,
I go inside and blush with shame,
Then get my mind in better frame,
And my tongue and temper sane.
Sometimes I meet my Lord there,
He stoops down to hear my prayer,
To heal my wounds and cure my care,
And makes me strong to do and dare.
Then after I am made quite strong,
And things are right that were once wrong,
I go outside where I belong,
To sing a new and happy song.
Once there I'll hear the people say,
"You're blithe, bonny, so good and gay."
And it's because I really feel that way,
But they don't know the price I pay.
You have a house inside of you too,
Where you can fight your battles through,
God will tell you what to do,
To make your heart both strong and true.
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