In this house
The walls are always moving
In an in out rhythm
Like they're breathing
And the bricks are like springs
As they widen like an artery
Giving lifeblood to those in need
In this house
The pictures and portraits are full of history
And they're faces we can point to and say
"They changed me"
And there's a portrait of a Son
Of whom we say
"He saved me"
And there's a whole wing
With rooms just meant for sleeping
Where we can rest in the knowledge that love won't let us go
And in the library
Books in every language spoken
And the unspoken words
And thoughts
And pictures
That reach the depths of how every heart is feeling
This is a house of the social
And of meeting
And a place of change
From the top of your head
To the very core of your being
And as it overflows to the streets
Like Christmas lights
It's a house of blessing
And together we each bring
Our answer to the question
"What do you have in your hands?"
And we tessellate each jigsaw piece
Into an infinitely complex
Changing how the world is turning plan
Because we are this house
This house is something set apart and different
But a place safe and familiar
To those who live there
And for those who are yet to walk through the doors
And come to love it