My Home In Heaven

In my home in heaven always will be found a comfortable chair for a friend to sit down. A basin of warm water to wash his tired feet and a place at my table with plenty to eat. I'd patiently listen if he wanted to talk and I'd be right beside him if he wanted to walk. A soft and warm blanket if he needed to rest and if he needed directions I'd sure do my best. A heartfelt and warm greeting when he knocked at my door and a tearful goodbye when he can't stay anymore.