The Omnipresent Home

There is a sweet smell

Residing in the rain

And the sound of music

In the rain’s sweet refrain.

A lonely bird stretches one wing

To catch a droplet from his perch.

Sometimes nature provides him

With a real good church.

Stained windows can’t contain

God’s fragrance and His song,

For here, there, and everywhere

Is God’s omnipresent home.

“Foxes have holes

And birds have nests,

But Jesus has nowhere (and everywhere)

To lay His head.”

So He sleeps outside instead.