Home (NPM #8)


This world is not my final home;
I am a foreign exile here,
But though far from my land I roam,
I’ll yet invest within this sphere.

I’ll plant a crop and take a spouse,
I’ll vote for laws that serve this land;
Before I’m home I’ll have a house
And all these things are from God’s hand.

Yet, soul, take heed, your comfort find
Not in the fleeting things of earth,
But in your heavenly lot assigned:
A home to share your Savior’s mirth.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s