In the house of my Father there is a place br for each one that comes to Him br and constantly I am astounded by His love and sacrifice br but sometimes I want to hide my life and cover it br as I am stained by my own conceit br and now in my years of old age br I am longing back to the days spent with Him br while time is drawing a line through my years br and I realise that I want to embrace Him br but sometimes I do not know where to lie down my head br when I walk along the dark road of life br but my hesitation is only for a short while br before I want Him close to me br and wherever I am His house always stands open for me.