Room in My Heart

In Luke 22:11, Jesus is talking to Peter and John about the Passover.  He told them to go into the city and find a man carrying a water jug.  They were to ask the man, "Where is the guest room in which the Master could eat the Passover with his disciples?".  Jesus said that the man would show them an upper room, all furnished, and that they were to make preparations there.

I wonder if Jesus is looking to meet me in the guest room of my heart.

There's a room in my heart God is wanting to use

for daily communion with me.

He is waiting for me to open the door

to the pleasure of His company.

But the landlord must open the door to his heart

He must sweep out the dirt of his life for a start.

He must clean out the cobwebs of worldly care

and dust off the stillness that needs to be there.

He must then close the door that shuts off the words

of the world that intrudes, and demands to be heard.

The room's ready now.

Preparations are made.

Now the hour is at hand

and the supper is laid.

In the stillness He comes,

Awesome God, gentle friend

to the room in my heart -

still small voice in the wind.