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I’m an outpost

 

I’m an outpost for the Father, 
Here, in exile, on the earth.

I’m a cattle-stall for Mary,
Crying out, as I give birth.

I’m a lodging-place for Jesus,
Slowly growing like God’s Son.  

I’m a temple for the Spirit,
Thanking him for all he’s done.

 

References

I will be a sanctuary to you during your time in exile (Ezekiel 11:16; NLT). 

She brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn (Luke 2:7; NKJV).

Now, like a woman in labour, I will cry and groan and pant (Isaiah 42:14; NLT).

Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head (Luke 9:58; NKJV).

We will speak the truth in love, growing in every way more and more like Christ (Ephesians 4:15; NLT).

You are the temple of the living God (2 Corinthians 6:16; NLT).

The Holy Spirit […] lives in us (2 Timothy 1:14; NIV).

In everything give thanks (1 Thessalonians 5:18; NKJV). 

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