Whose House?

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

Author: Jay Jones

Jay is an author, veteran church planter, speaker, and the pastor of the Pentecostals of Kentwood. He's a passionate worshipper of Jesus Christ, a husband, daddy, pastor, and a ‘pretty good guy’. Jay is also an ordained minister of the United Pentecostal Church, where he currently serves as a Presbyter in West Michigan.

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