If Jesus came to my house to spend a day or two, if he came unexpectedly, I wonder what I’d do!
Oh, I know I’d give Him my best room, and I’d keep assuring Him I’m glad to have him there.
But when I’d see him coming, would I meet him at the door, with arms outstretched to welcome, my heavenly visitor.
Or would I have to change my clothes before I let him in, hide some magazines and put some images where they would be seen?
Would I turn the TV off and hope he hadn’t heard, whilst wishing I hadn’t uttered that last, loud word of despair?
If Jesus, my Saviour, spent a day or two; would I go right on doing the things I do, and say the things I say.
Would I be glad to have Him meet my closest friends and take Him outside, everywhere? Or would I sigh with relief when He is gone?
••• Welcoming, Is Loving •••
