Joan Donnelly Ellis Poet Lyric

The Home

The Home 
 There is a Home I sometimes visit
 Where there is lots of love to share
 And when I feel forsaken
 I just head over there
 To the other side of lonesome
 Several miles from fear
 I cross the tracks of bitterness
 To the special Home so dear
 There awaits a robust welcome
 Though none are drunk nor drugged
 Pure is the conversation
 Within the Home that I speak of
 He keeps me mighty busy
 The Master of this place
 His wages are unusual
 They glow from my face
 Joy bursts forth in smiles
 And stars rest in my eyes
 When I have been to Jesus' Home 
 Radiance won't be denied

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Michael Tor November 8, 2015 at 3:38 PM Wow beautiful. What a home that is Joan. Loved this write. Where Have you been? Joan Donnelly Ellis November 10, 2015 at 9:18 AM Thank you Michael. I have been doing yard work for a friend just out of hospital a week ago. 35 bags of leaves raked and now the inside of home to clean. I have been busy and enjoying every minute.