'MY FATHER'S HOME'

 
NO MATTER WHERE I TRAVEL,
NO MATTER WHERE I ROAM,
I'M IN MY FATHER'S KINGDOM,
SO EVERYWHERE IS  "HOME". . .
 
 
MY CEILING'S MADE OF FLUFFY
CLOUDS
AFLOAT IN SKIES OF BLUE,
MY CARPET'S WOVEN OUT OF GLASS
AND FLOWERS FRESH WITH DEW. . .
 
 
 
MY WALLS ARE MADE OF
MOUNTAINS
AND WOODS OF STATELY TREES,
MY HOME IS WARMED BY
SUNSHINE,
AND IN SUMMER, COOLED BY
BREEZE. . .
 
 
 
FOR JOY AND ENTERTAINMENT,
I HAVE A CONSTANT SHOW---
SONGBIRDS SINGING, SUNBEAMS
DANCING,
DAWN AND DUSK AGLOW. . .
 
 
 
 
AND WHEN MY EARTHLY DAYS ARE
DONE,
AND I NO LONGER ROAM,
I'LL STILL BE IN HIS KINGDOM---
I'LL BE IN MY FATHER'S HOME !
 
 
                 
 
                   The Earth Is The Lord's
                    And The Fulness Thereof;
                    The World, And They That
                     Dwell Therein. . .
                                           Psalms   24:1