The Parsonage

Once there was a couple, called to do some things.

Called to share the good news, and all the good news brings.

The home their call created, my mind outside my mind.

Set me seeking refuge, and refuge I did find.

Bring me to the parsonage. Take me to that place.

The place you took me in, helped me kill some sin, and wiped tears from my face.

Open up my heart, so You may fill it more.

Wide open and relentless like that hoosier cabinet door.

And let that heart grow strangely warmed like the parking lot on summer nights.

Help me glorify You God so more creation might.

Back home to the parsonage, where all is as it’s been.

Things are as they ought, blessed thoughts are thought, and joy does ever win.

I’ll play piano urgently and loud so You can hear.

I’ll sing as though You’re miles away, knowing all the while You’re near.

“Praise Him Praise Him”, “Blessed Assurance”, and “Crown Him with Many Crowns”!

Anthems of Your glory, still an ever-present sound.

Called out of the parsonage. The place I thought was home.

But refuge is my God, wherever I may trod, I am not alone.