What house would you build Me

That I’ll indwell and stay

Gold, silver, wood,

Stubble or hay?

Is there a craftsman worthy

To prepare for me thus

Beware that his work

Shall surely turn to dust

The wearing of long garments

Or being shaven clean

Does not appease a holy God

Divine and Supreme

Get Faith to start the building

But that alone won’t do

Add Virtue, then Knowledge

Even Temperance too

Patience to wait upon Me

To know what I want done

Godliness, Brotherly love

Then Charity comes on

*My Holy Love comes down

And that shall be thy crown*

If any man shall add one jot

Or tittle to this plan

His place will surely be,

The regions of the damned

Should he in his own wisdom

Build with less than I require

Verily, verily I say unto him

His reward shall be hell-fire

^© _{Jacinta F Hewitt ~ 23/01/08}