Life is like a House

 Life is like a house,

With many rooms and doors,

We must give God the keys,

For Him to gain access to all floors.

Each door holds a choice

Of who can enter in,

And each room is an area

Of where we hide our sin.

We decide who gets to visit,

And who unlocks our doors,

We can leave our windows open,

Or keep them closed like drawers.

What house do you live in?

Is it comfortable and grand?

Or is it just an empty shell,

That will crumble in the sand?

For a home is more than just a house,

We can live it many ways.

We get to choose what house we live in,

and what in each room stays.

Have we made God just a resident

Or a guest with little freedom,

We need to make him president

In order to gain entry to His kingdom.