The Home

The Home There is a Home I sometimes visit Where there is lots of love to share And when I feel forsaken I just head over there To the other side of lonesome Several miles from fear I cross the tracks of bitterness To the special Home so dear There awaits a robust welcome Though none are drunk nor drugged Pure is the conversation Within the Home that I speak of He keeps me mighty busy The Master of this place His wages are unusual They glow from my face Joy bursts forth in smiles And stars rest in my eyes When I have been to Jesus' Home Radiance won't be denied