Home Is the Refuge of Our Weariness

Home is the refuge of our weariness, an oasis only found in a calm desert, that's where we feel safer at night... when warmth restores confidence in our God who has shown us delight; under a universe dotted with stars, we have made Earth our residence. Home is the only earthly possession we're allowed to take forgetting all pride; here, we make memories shaping destiny, and somewhere on this road our journey must end as the others have through time... handing down the torch of aspiration. Home is the refuge of our weariness, the safest place to lay down and rest... but without one: dreams are not dreamt, events aren't celebrated with excitement, birthday candles aren't blown to make wishes, holidays aren't bright without their cheerfulness. Copyright ( c ) 20018 by Andrew Crisci