HOME SWEET HOME
by:
Omega Watson Wagner
Home is where the heart is,
We head that way each day
After hustle and bustle of highways
To arrive safely, we softly pray.
At times when home seems tiresome
We feel we must get away,
But we hang onto that door key,
No matter come what may.
Oh, it's great to go on vacation,
From place to place to roam,
When we grow tired of roaming
That key screams "Home Sweet Home."
We look forward to a Promised Land,
When life's highways we no longer roam.
To hear the Heavenly Father say,
"My child, come in you're home."