Home is not a place
Where everything is always safe
Where peace and harmony unite
And sorrow leaves no trace
Where changing seasons bring no change
Where doubt and fear can’t come
Where all of life is black and white
And each day warmed by sun

Home is not a house
Full of rooms and beds and stairs
With a welcome mat outside the door
White picket fence, porch chair
Not a town and not an address
Not a country, not the world

Home is not a single thought
Nor described in just one word

No

Home is where our heart knocks
And a friend opens the door
Home is finding happiness
We’ve never found before
Home is tiny footsteps
Thumping up and down the hall
Home is an open window
Where we once found a brick wall
Home is the voice of family
Whispering love in hurting ears
Home is a ready shoulder
On which we cry our tears
Home is anywhere we leave a mark
On a total stranger’s heart
Home is watching someone smile a smile
In which we had some part
Home is a honey-do list
That is never honey-done
Home is fighting fierce and losing
But considering it fun
Home is love and hate together
Joy and sorrow, peace and war
Gain and loss, success and failure
Taking less and giving more

Some say they hate to leave it
Some have searched for it in vain
Some have found it and refused it
Never finding it again

I’ve found home in many places
Many faces, many sounds
I’ve found home in many hearts
Many friends in many towns
I’ve found home but I still wait to
Reach that home I’ll love the best
In the arms of my Lord Jesus
Where I’ll find a perfect rest

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