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.

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Also from a few years back, when my mother passed; read at her graveside

deathrhyme

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