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.