Here in my house
I make a space for my God,
My God is in my room
Living with me.
I am not a holy man
Not at all a saint,
But I entertain my maker
In my house.
Everyday I sacrifice
Praying with ardent faith;
I pour the wine of libation
To this costly deity.
I invoke, entreat
Supplicate this celestial kin,
Paternal radiance imbues in me
The desire to pray.
For always I see
Blessings perennially assured,
Peace a lasting grace as
My God is in my room.
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