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.
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).