What right have we to plunder through earth’s wonderland;
the eye
Though covetous by nature should regard earth’s fields and
sky
As more than dripping eaves and sheaves whereby mankind is blessed
These are the floor and roof in God’s house and we are His
guests
What right have we but this; to treat with utter courtesy
Each day-to-day as God extends His hospitality
This come-going commission is no coincidence
For we are guests, not owners of His faithful Providence
This passing-through and much ado of what thought-want
suggests
Sometimes causes us to forget that we are God’s house-guests
Ah, what a privilege to wander heaven’s foothill Halls; to
see
Its walls, a panorama of the Artist’s Majesty
And perhaps we would all be happier in living’s quests
If we remembered God is earth’s House-Keeper, we, His guests
The earth is the Lord's and the fullness thereof; the world and they that dwell therein. Ps. 24:1
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!