"Every man, though he were born
In the very belfry of Bow
And spent his infancy climbing among the chimneys,
He has waiting for him somewhere a country house
Which he has never seen,
But which was built for him
In the shape of his soul.
It stands patiently waiting to be found;
And when the man sees it he remembers it,
Though he has never seen it before.
"The Surrender of a Cockney" an essay by G.K. Chesterton (1974-1936)
Thank-you Lord for bringing me to the house in the shape of my soul.