This is the room that Father-God has built for me
His Word’s my Light, against the night, and my reality
There are so many passages of Salvation’s grand Well
His secret pavilion against pride and distractions from hell
Resting in my Father’s will, here’s where I dwell content
For all my foolish ways are bowed at His Cross, as I relent
There are many rooms in this place where God and I live
It’s not a salvation of ‘works’ but one of gratitude to give
Upon this house, not of man, I am the child of the great I-AM
Times and seasons all pass me by while I am part of His plan
This Rose of Sharon, the Lily of the Valley, is my ruling Friend
He marks my days, yielded ways, with Wisdom’s guiding hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An enjoyable write; I can feel the calming tone of peace; nice job.