1 John 4

Love moves in with me,
hangs His coat
behind my door
and kicks His shoes across the floor.
Love brings chairs and tables
unfurls a richly woven rug,
drinks steamy coffee from my mug.
Love dusts the gables,
sweeps cobwebs away,
rearranges my way.
Love grows up in me
matures, turns grey
until I resemble Him, not me
from fear,
judgment,
death
FREE!

Amanda Smith 
Written 2011
Translated 2013

1 John 4: 17-18 
God is love. When we take up permanent residence in a life of love, we live in God and God lives in us. This way, love has the run of the house, becomes at home and mature in us, so that we’re free of worry on Judgment Day—our standing in the world is identical with Christ’s.(MSG)