Home is a metaphor where You and I do talk.

The concrete foundation secure on which we walk.

The walls all around us guard from danger’s domain.

The roof over our heads keeps out the driving rain.

Windows let in Your light, Your beauty we enjoy.

The hearth provides us fire, turns cold to warming joy.

The back porch fans and cools, from life’s oppressive heat.

God, You are our shelter, no matter what we meet.

In all our searches wide, distances far and long,

To satisfy the heart, that “it” for which we long.

That “it” is not an “it.” That “it” is really You!

You make Your home our heart! Sheltered, warm, through and through!