We’re given temporary residence
In a vulnerable house of clay,
Without a lease or promise of time,
Eviction could come any day.
Since the longest residency is brief,
How careful and wise we should be,
To occupy each short golden moment,
In the light of eternity.
And nurture the clay house diligently,
Even though it came from a cloud,
For the King graces it with His presence,
To become the temple of God!
Written by Nona Freeman