I have not heard these words before, but I think they may just have crawled in among my top 10 poems.

One takes a risk when one invites the Lord
      Whether to dine, or talk the afternoon
      Away, for always the unexpected soon
      Turns up: a woman breaks her precious nard,
      A sinner does the task you should assume,
      A leper who is cleansed must show his proof:
      Suddenly you see your very roof remove
      And a cripple clutters up your living-room.
 
      There’s no telling what to expect when Christ
      Walks in the door.  The table set for four
      Must often be enlarged, and decorum
      Thrown to the winds.  It’s His voice that calls them,
      And it’s no use to bolt and bar the door:
      His kingdom knows no bounds of roof, of wall or floor.
… Marcella M. Holloway