My Country House

"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.