HOME

When the toils and undertakings
Of day at last are done,
When evening skies are growing dark
Behind the setting sun,
I turn my thoughts to family
And soon am homeward bound;
My footsteps hurry to that place
Where love and joy are found.

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It may not be a mansion fair,
This house that’s home to me,
Nor is it filled with spacious rooms
Arrayed in finery,
But I still feel that royalty
Within its walls abide,
For when I enter it I find
A regal air inside.

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And we join our hands together
And lift our eyes above
In prayers of praise and gratitude
For God’s unfailing love,
And we join our wills together
Like stones within a wall,
Steadfast before adversities
And griefs that may befall.

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And we think of Christ our Savior
And filled with shame are we
When we recall that for our sins
He suffered Calvary,
And we think of grace abounding,
Poured out from Heaven’s throne,
And we pledge to strive unceasing
To make God’s will our own.

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A house is made of wood and glass
And paint and nails and stone;
A home is made of sweat and tears
And blood and flesh and bone;
A home is love; A home is hope;
A home is family;
It is the Master's crucible
For better world's to be.