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A Home

Placed 9th in:
A Brian Strand Premiere  No. 1224 Poetry Contest


                                       “For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands,” - Timothy 1:6A Home
                                                        Built on the solid rock of love,*
                                                 Clinching with the cement of trust
                                            And the bricks of faith from above
                                      It has withstood the test of time,
                                 The rigours of stern summer storms 
                            And the wilful, windy, winter clime. 
                                 Lit by the lovely light of truth,   
                                 It exhales the scent of peace,   
                                 Recalls the memory of youth,
                                 Echoes the balm of parental care,
                                 The sounds of         divine songs
                                 And is a   true         inviting lair  
                                 To rest    after         a daily fare.
                              It is just a haven of harmony,
                              A temple of the gem of amity,
                              A real shrine  of understanding
                              Where flowers the life of family
                              That breathes           out the joy
                              of living   and           airs out
                              the gusts   of            happiness 
                           It has wide windows to    allow 
                           Fresh air to caress its four walls,   
                           Large front doors to duly welcome
                           Friends and devotees for a call     
                           To a round  of            solemn
                           Prayers      at            the weekly,
                           fortnightly   or            monthly fall.
                        Basking in the shine of the      sun,
                        it`s a small house, but a big home,
                        With some tall trees arching the dome
                        And birds chanting their own hymns,
                        Where       even             the Lord may
                        wish to       rest             and the home
                        to         divinely             pick and bless.
                     Not for any mansion or worldly palace,
                     Not for any treasure of the earthly sphere
                     I would ever wish to quit this unique place
                     Where lies buried my parental footprints,
                     But for        some              heavenly solace
                     When the     Lord               for me will toll
    I                the bell at      the _______  end of my trip.                I
    I                                         \_______\                                      I
    I                                          \_______ \                                    I
    I                                                                                              I
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  *Matthew 7: 25
“The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock.”

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