Sunday, August 13, 2006

A Place Called Home



A Place Called Home
by Wanda Arthington

Sad, lonely, broken, and all alone
My soul searches for a place called home
A place of safetly and soft retreat
A place to hear music, oh so sweet

A place to be, who you are
A place to come, when you gone far
No masks are need in your home
You're safe, sheltered, and never alone

Home is not a house built of wood or stone
I live in the satfety, in this place called home
Jesus loves and lives in this place today
Home is a place where I'm not afaird to stay

I found a home of friends to share
All the problems, dreams, and all my cares
A home has become a quite retreat
As I learn to worship at Jesus' feet

Home is not what I remember of long ago
Home now is a safe place where I go
Saftey , shealter, and love enough to share
With eternal hope and Jesus in the center there


4 comments:

jumpinginpuddles said...

Very good and very poignant

Amelia

mysti said...

Beautiful poem! I like your home... I sounds like mine.... :)

(((Wanda)))

Wanda's Wings said...

Amelia & Mysti

Thank you Everyone needs some place to call home>

wolfbaby said...

I liked beatiful!!!