The Home
The Home
There is a Home I sometimes visit
Where there is lots of love to share
And when I feel forsaken
I just head over there
To the other side of lonesome
Several miles from fear
I cross the tracks of bitterness
To the special Home so dear
There awaits a robust welcome
Though none are drunk nor drugged
Pure is the conversation
Within the Home that I speak of
He keeps me mighty busy
The Master of this place
His wages are unusual
They glow from my face
Joy bursts forth in smiles
And stars rest in my eyes
When I have been to Jesus' Home
Radiance won't be denied
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