I think God seeks this house, serenely white
Upon this hushed, elm-bordered street as one With many mansions seeks, in calm delight, A boyhood cottage, intimate with sun.
r think God.teels himself the Owner here,
Not just rich host to some self-seeking throng, But friend of .. village talk who want him near And offer him simplicity and song.
No stained-glass windows hide the world from view,
And it is well. The world is lovely there,
Beyond the panes, where branch scholled skies look through And fields and hills, in morning hours or prayer.
God spent his youth with field and hill and tree And Christ grew up in rural Gallilee