Home
When evening shadows gather,
I often think of home.
And the old familiar place,
Where seven little children roamed.
The old house is gone now.
A new one stands in it’s place.
I wonder if the people living there
Can feel the Loving Grace.
That was once our humble home
We shared with Mama and Dad.
We lived, and loved, and laughed a lot.
What wonderful memories we have had!
Every evening when night fell,
Daddy called us to come inside.
We laughingly left the games we played
Of “Tag” or “Seek and Hide.”
He said, “Come on in children-“
“Supper’s ready…come to the table.”
Then he bowed his head and gave God thanks
For the fact that we were able…
To work, and play, and live and love,
And for His Amazing Grace to us.
We’ll never forget what they taught us-
Those two wonderful people we could trust.
“Blessed Lord, accept our thanks for these and all other blessings,”
He prayed, with tears in his voice.
And we children knew that he meant it.
What a great heritage they have left for us!
Someday soon now, our Father above
May come to the door and say,
“Come on in children-“
“Supper’s ready… come to the table.”
Oh! Won’t that be a happy day!
For when evening shadows gather,
It is right to think of Home,
And of going inside and closing the door,
Safe, and secure from all harm.
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