My hidden heart a temple is
A sacred sphere of joy and bliss.
God forbid that secret sins
Would dare to congregate within.

This is a place for you dear Lord,
Where with you delights afford.
I marvel at Your love for me
When I remember Calvary.

Your temple is a holy place,
O let not me defile this space.
You deserve it pure and clean,
Free from sin that is unseen.

Petty sins knock at the door;
Pride and discontents galore,
Criticisms, unkind thoughts,
Fears and worries, ifs and oughts.

Help me rebuff those spoiling sounds,
That I may bask in Love Profound,
And praise and bless the Trinity,
Sweet foretaste of eternity.