In My house all are welcomed and to my house, all may come ( in peace )
for in my house in every season, I am reason and at one
For once upon a cross in pain, I thought to ask my God again
how Love might bear my sacrifice. How Love could square without remorse.
A foolish ask? Yet not alone I stood that Cross, forsook my home
Cried out with host as company. And died. As host.
That all are free.