HOME

Home is when human language is inadequate to transcribe

Only when we reach there will the experience describe

Home is when only purity, peace and love abides

While all the sickness, tear, and fear subsides

Home is when voices of contention and sorrow mar

Bringing the harmony, sympathy and empathy to par

Home is where much dreaded and feared lion lies down

Next to the lamb while other animals fearless roam around

Home is when plucking a flower will never fade

Along with lofty tree branches to give us shade

Home is where Jesus prepares in His Father’s mansion

His blood is enough to provide us all this sanction.

Glad you picked this poem and read

I know for sure it’ll stick in your head.

- Martin Raj