Home, Home

No conflagration can consume A life that's hid in Thee, Nor wooden box encase in dust Thy work on cursed tree. No hole in dirt, no earthly tomb Can bind a spirit freed; No worm in ground can gnaw away Imperishable seed. Home, home, His way is set before you; Home, home, A room has been prepared. Home, home, A daughter by adoption; Home, home, With your beloved paired. Home, home, To join the throng in chorus; Home, home, To worship at His feet. Home, home, Cast off all earthly burdens; Home, home, Your time here is complete. ---------- Also from a few years back, when my mother passed; read at her graveside