Dwelling Place Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I've lived in very many rooms
some fancy, some austere
but in the end abandoned them
for other homes more dear

But in my often rocky path
my striving spirit sought
a place to rest the limbs and soul
that can't be sold or bought

I heard of dwelling in the word
and thought 'how could that be'
was there a house with roof and walls
built way beyond the sea?

A nightly vision came to me
where angels fashioned walls
with bricks of faith and stones of truth
creating timeless halls

Oh, that is where I want to live
a permanent abode
unmoved by storms or winds of change
with God's firm word bestowed

I've lived in very many rooms
some fancy, some austere
but in the end abandoned them
for other homes more dear.