The Omnipresent Home

The Omnipresent Home

There is a sweet smell
Residing in the rain,
And the sound of music
in the rain’s sweet refrain.
A lonely bird stretches one wing
To catch a droplet from his perch.
Sometimes nature provides him
With a real good church.
Stained windows can’t contain
God’s fragrance and His song,
For here, there, and everywhere
Is God’s omnipresent home.
“Foxes have holes
And birds have nests,
But Jesus has nowhere {and everywhere}
To lay His head.”
So He sleeps outside instead.