Make yourself at home, Lord.
Settle in.
Take your coat off and leave your things hanging around.
Let me be your resting place Lord.
The place where you unwind.
Where you feel completely at home, completely free to be yourself.
Let your glory fall here Lord.
Let it descend like crystal snowflakes
announcing your rambunkish coming.
Make yourself at home Lord.
At home in this battered, storm warn heart.
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