Home

Home is something in my heart

That covers my mind, body and soul.

Home is something I follow

That is with me wherever I go.

My home may have cracks in it

But I work with it to patch it up

Before the rains and rivers flow.

It’s roof is good and sturdy

But sometimes it might get dirty.

It’s my rock my anchor and my refuge

In the storm.

It’s a relationship

With my Father Jesus Christ.

True love abides there.

This is my home.

In tears and facing fears

My home blows it all away and

Fills my heart with joy which lifts me

Up, my head, to the skies and

I am there.

A sweet perfume in the breeze and

A light to dwell in when surrounded by

Darkness in the middle of the woods

On a shivery night.

It is warm here like a flame.

Bright.

A fire burning in the fireplace.

Something in my heart.