Better

"How can I help you?" the shopkeeper asks

when he seeks to know what I want.

I start laughing inside though my face is a mask

and I try to act nonchalant.

I'd just asked you, Lord, to speak to my heart,

when the clerk approached with those words.

You have helped me so much I don't know where to start,

You're the reason my soul flies like a bird!

Lord, I'd be happy to sit by the door of Your house,

I'd be happy to sleep in Your yard.

I would never complain, never grumble or grouse,

I would give all your guests my regards.

Let me live in the gutter of Heaven's far shore,

I'll be grateful to be there at all.

Give my mansion away to one who needs it more,

I will worship Your name by the wall.

On the day I arrive I will kiss the gold street

and give praise to the saints that pass by.

Oh my Lord, just to breathe in the air would be sweet,

just to be here would give reason to sigh.

Better a day in Your court than a thousand elsewhere,

I will cherish each moment near You;

Lord, Your Grace is the answer to all of my prayers,

Your sweet love is priceless and true.

"How can I help you?" the shopkeeper asks.

I respond with a smile and a nod.

"You can help me, my friend, in His light do I bask,

Let me tell you of my loving God."

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"Better a day in Your courts than a thousand anywhere else.

I would rather be at the door of the house of my God

than to live in the tents of wicked people. "

Psalm 84:10