When I Think of Home
When I think of home,
I think of Love divine-
With joy over-flowing
And peace sublime.
When I think of home,
I think of sharing
Ideas, beliefs and struggles-
To fulfill the essence of bonds of caring.
When I think of home,
I think of seeds of happiness
Being sown throughout
For true togetherness.
When I think of home,
I think of children-
Running to and fro
To be taught God's ordinances
That they may grow
Into well-matured beings-
Instrumental for His use.
When I think of home,
I think of rest-
A source of power
Where many are blest to be sheltered
From the hustle and bustle of life's busy stream.
When I think of home,
I think of comfort-
Immersed in the well of ever lasting Love.
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