my heart, Your home?

Come and make my heart Your home.
Come and be everything I am and all I know.
Search me through and through 'till my heart becomes a home for You.

A home for You, Lord.
A home for You, Lord.
Let everything I do open up,
A door for You to come through,
And that my heart would be a place where
You want to be.
Come and make my heart Your home.
Come and be everything I am and all I know.
Search me through and through 'till my heart becomes a home for You.

You are my portion, filling up everything.
You are the fortune that's causing my heart to sing.
That it's amazing, that You could make Yourself at home with me.
Come and make my heart,
Come and make it Your home.
Come and be everything I am and all I know.
Search me through and through 'till my heart becomes a home for You.

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Yes, the title for this post is actually the title for this song. The question mark however is my way of drawing attention to the absurdity of my heart being a home for the Lord. Even Solomon's temple in all its glory was not anywhere close to being sufficient to house the presence of God; for me to consider that my heart could ever be a place for the Lord to live in is just insane...well maybe not insane, but definitely beyond human comprehension. Why would God in His holiness and greatness come to make my sinful heart His home? Am I worthy of such? Definitely not! I guess that is why angels wonder at the mystery of the grace and love that God has shown to us. Amazing grace, abundant love, divine intervention, only Christ Jesus could bridge the gap to form something as beautiful as this.