If Jesus were my house guest
Surely my home would be spotless from ceiling to floor.
I'd lay the best bedsheets and pillowcases,
Put a new carpet,
Do some painting jobs,
And make sure the toilet, bathroom, and sink are in perfect running condition.
I would use the most expensive silverware
And hire the most talented chef
To serve the tastiest meals
From all over the world.
I'd surely prepare everything
In the superlative degree,
That is fit and proper
To honor a Majestic King.
Even if my budget were not enough
I'd ask my family and friends to pitch in,
Because the Divine Celebrity
Deserves only what is excellent.
But now I pause and reflect:
What if Jesus came as my house guest
Disguised as a very dirty old man in rags?
Would I still give Him the red carpet welcome?
Would I flatter Him with the VIP treatment?
Or would I be suspicious of His intentions
And turn Him away like a wild dog?
I then realized that
Jesus is not impressed with my magnificent showcase,
'Cause no world-class can ever match heaven's treasures.
Yet in humbleness,
Jesus the King chose to serve the earth's peasants,
So that He would always be present
As the house guest of our hearts.