Jehovah’s habitation isn’t made with hands

Jehovah’s habitation isn’t made with hands;

It’s His eternal longing to abide in man.

His footstool is the earth

The heavens are His throne

But these are not His dwelling place;

The human spirit is His home.

Brothers:

Christ lives inside my spirit

Supplying me with grace;

He wants to spend His time with me

Beholding face to face.

Sisters:

I shouldn’t merely touch Him

And then just walk away

But in my spirit stay and linger

All:

All throughout the day.

Our spirit is within the holiest of all;

It’s here we worship and have fellowship with God.

Not in the outer court;

Beyond the Holy Place

We must go further to behold

The glorious shining of His face.

Now Jesus lives inside us

so we all must take

Him daily as our fortress and our hiding place.

He’s being built in us

We’re being built in Him

The resting place of God and man

For all eternity

amen!