God And I Share The Same House

God And I Share The Same House


God and I share the same house.
He's with me all the time.
He never leaves or forsakes me.
His Presence is oh, so sublime.

He used to stand at my window
And longingly look inside.
He'd press His nose up to the glass.
And once, I thought He cried.

I hoped He wouldn't notice
The sinful things I'd done.
I wished that He would go away.
I wanted to hide, or run.

Then, He tapped on the window,
"I want to come inside."
I knew at once He Loved me;
His Son for me had died.

I opened the door and He came in;
He's lived with me since then.
Nothing will make me send Him away,
Not things or acts of men.

God and I share the same house.
I'm with Him all the time.
I'll never leave or forsake Him.
His Presence is oh, so sublime.