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EVICTION
What a terrible thing to be evicted from your home,
Nowhere cosy to go, through the cold hostile world to roam,
But for me hope springs eternal, a way would be found
For the family to be together, even a tent on a camping ground
Until things improve and all hope that they will,
Maybe some small cottage on the brow of a wooded hill.

But what if I was evicted from the house of the Lord?
No one to let me in, it would be cruel, though I could afford
A mansion or palace whilst living here on earth.
I would give all that away for this blessing of great worth
To enter and be welcome, feel His love flow free,
For an earthly home as just for now, not for eternity.

To be evicted from the temple would break my heart,
It would mean that was not doing my own little part,
I would no longer be blest with guidance from above,
Through my weakness cut off from His everlasting love,
When I say my prayers this night, I will thank Him for the right
To enter into the temple and be filled with His love.
Able to learn the things I need to find my way home
So that in this life and the next in darkness I’ll not roam.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson November 6, 2003