Psalm
87:1-2
He
has founded his city on the holy mountain. The Lord loves the gates of Zion more
than all the other dwellings of Jacob.
I’ve
never walked the holy mount
Nor
looked on Zion’s gate.
Though
I have longed to do these things,
It
might just be too late.
But
I can build a holy place
With
gates bearing His name
To
stand within my own flawed heart.
Though
not with Zion’s fame.
I
know that it won’t be the same,
It
simply could not be,
But
all I have to offer Him
Is
a place within me.
I’ll
consecrate my tarnished soul,
And
polish up my heart.
Then
pray that He will find if good
Enough
for a rough start.
I
have no doubt that Zion’s claim
Will
always hold more sway,
But
if He truly lives in me,
I might come close
some day!
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