Home

Our earthly homes are simple things
Of plaster and of board;
Sometimes as humble as the nest
Built by a wildwood bird.

And yet through all our lives our hearts
Cling to the childhood home
Of hallowed, precious memories -
No matter where we roam.

And so I often think about
How dear, how very dear,
Our heavenly home will come to be
With every passing year.

That home where we shall meet and dwell
With loved ones gone before;
And sometimes, looking up, shall see
Our Lord come through the door.

O lovely home, where fulfilled joys
Become rich memories;
And ever sweeter pleasures crowd
Age-long eternities!

Martha Snell Nicholson

Ecclesiastes 12:5...because man goeth to his long home,
and the mourners go about the streets:

2 Corinthians 5:6-8 Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord: (For we walk by faith, not by sight:) We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.