THE HUMBLE CLEANER


I saw a humble cleaner knock
Upon my door one day.
I took the bolt out from the lock,
And I was glad to say,

"Yes, cleaner,
I will let you in!
Please clean my heart
Of ancient sin."

"And remove, if you will
The stink of swill
From my dark cellar.
Its stench is stellar!
It never has been cleaned before."

I opened up the cellar door.
The cleaner smiled silently,
And it appeared he might agree.

I said, "My house has many rooms,"
Some that I've never seen.
If you'll allow, I'll pick up brooms
And help you, as you clean."

"I want things to
shine brilliantly.
I'm waiting for
A Guest, you see."

"Can you do a window?
For the panes of my soul
Are longing to glow
With radiant love for Him."

At that, the humble
Cleaner smiled,
Took off his cloak.
You know the rest.

The humble cleaner
Is the Guest.