Let not yourself be troubled,
Believe in me, in the dwelling, here, for you,
Not only in the physical space,
Upon whose floor our hearts' drama plays,
But in my soul where I built a mansion,
Set a great kitchen to feed our spirit,
And hung awesome crystal chandeliers,
Light, so our feet not stumble
When we awake before sunrise
To start our appointed chores.
And were it not so,
Were I to have had a change of heart,
I would not have pledged my word.
I have been utterly honest.
My verse attests to sincerity,
That I am ready to receive you unto myself;
Happy domicile awaits your presence.
I continue to outfit our home, Where I am, I pray,
And the Lord abides, proclaiming
For length of days, and long life,
And peace shall fill the chests
And the closets, and our rooms
Shall know abundance undreamed.
There may you also be.
And where ever I go,
I know you will keep your promise,
Prove yourself true,
And you will follow me
To that same place, too.
Where I am, I pray,