Poem about the Holy Spirit

Sunday I watched a wonderful sermon by the Scottish pastor, Sinclair Ferguson called "The Spirit of Holiness." It was, obviously, about the Holy Spirit. I was especially moved by the latter part of the sermon which is what I based this poem on. I encourage you to watch the sermon yourself. (click here) It's pretty great…partly for his VERY beneficial exposition of the Scripture and partly for his VERY neat accent! ;D 

The Holy Homemaker

Deep and dark in crevices buried

Secret sins are hidden

Like cobwebs cleverly tucked away

In nooks that are dust ridden

Evil thoughts that no one sees

And files full of idle words

Things no other eyes behold

Except, of course, the Lord's

It really is grotesque and sad

Yet does He shun this evil place?

Scoff at it, covered with sheets of guilt?

Turn away His Holy face?

True, this would be no surprise

If He were to ignore this awful state

But, in fact, He does no such thing

What He does instead is what makes Him great

He starts at once to clean and shine

With a washcloth, mop, and broom

He leaves no shelf undusted

Throughout this dirty room

He empties every cupboard

He cleans out every drawer

Never giving up, not once

He just works more and more

Until this room called "Sinner's Heart"

No longer reeks with grime

With love and care He's wiped it clean

In His own perfect time

No other man could reach those nooks

Nor shine the windows near as well

None other could turn what it once was

Into a home for His Son to dwell

©By: Allix Brunson 8-24-10