20 June 2009
At Home
Home for just one day; less than twenty-four hours.
But it was worth every minute. Nothing like a summer evening, in front of the fire, eating ice cream and talking with my family.
Michael Card says it all for me here.
Home is a comfort
Home is a light
A place to leave the darkness outside
Home is a peaceful And ever-full feeling
A place where the soul safely hides
And being at home should remind you
That still
There’s a place that’s prepared just for you
And I think my home is just heaven’s reflection
As long as my home’s here with you
Home is where someone is waiting and loving
And happy to see you again.
That half of your heart
That somebody else treasures
The one who’s your forever friend
But it seems that he’s told me
The life that he’s showed me
Is a life mostly spent on the road
But when the world’s empty charm
Has done all of its harm
I know that his love
Waits for me
In your arms
Home is a comfort
Home is a light
A place to leave the darkness outside
Home is a peaceful
And ever-full feeling
A place where the soul safely hides
And being at home should remind you
That still
There’s a place that’s prepared just for you
And I think my home is just heaven’s reflection
As long as my home’s here with you
~E.
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