Inhabitation

The Living God
living in me?
How so? It can't be
Oh, what can He see?
My sin, my shame
My guilt, my pride
Each one locked up inside
But in You come
Throw the curtains wide
You gently sweep
and polish and dust
You do not stand
and mock or sneer
Turn your face away
or refuse to come near
No, the Living God
Creator of All
says 'I'm coming on in'
I'm happy to be here
Don't be ashamed
I know all your faults
But still I am here
and forever will stay
Now I don't love the dirt
and I want you at your best
You won't do this on your own
Because I'm here at every step
'It's not easy', I say
I'm not sure I want you every day
Well, not in this room
And definitely not there
It might hurt when you're cleaning
and I like it just this way
Then I hear my own excuses
and realise how silly I have been

You are the Living God
You have chosen to live in me
And I don't want to be small
or sad or insecure
I want you to shape me
to mould me and to build me
From the inside out
Into a magnificant palace
fit for my King
Each window flung open
revealing your light