GUESTS
We are guests in His house, He lets us enter in,
A refuge from the world full of cruelty and sin,
Temples are harbours from life’s tempestuous sea,
A place, I feel, where saints should oft want to be.

As guests we should enter dressed in our Sunday best,
With deep appreciation, asking, do we past the test?
Full of awe, His house a gift of having it close at hand,
Allowed to come in and worship with the happy band.

As guests the gift we bring is a true and contrite heart,
Willing to serve mankind, always want to do our part
To strengthen the Kingdom and also redeem the dead,
As we do this great work we will be ever spiritually fed.

But at the moment His honoured guests seem far too few,
Yet there He waits for us so His great work we can do,
Too many empty places and far too many wait in vain,
Come you who are invited help relieve the dead’s pain.

Come and feel welcomed, be guests who often enter in,
Learn to love the temple and the Host who dwells within,
Cast away your worries as you become His welcome guest,
Come and serve others and from earthly all turmoil rest.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 3 June 2004