They’re making a home

They’re making a home

They’re making a home
Building a place
Moving in themselves
No disgrace

They’re moving furniture
Listening to our needs
Would you like a coffee table here
Finding glorious space

I don’t feel overwhelmed
Or put out of place
For as the three of them come in
They seem to already know my face

They know my preferences
They know my taste
They listen oh so well
Nothing out of place

Everything that doesn’t quite work
Is quietly shifted out the back
In their accommodation
There certainly is no lack

They’re the best roommates
I’ve ever had
Perfumed song
Aslan cat.

Barry Pearman

‘Those who love me will keep my word, and my Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them. John 14:23