Oh the Joy's of Coming Home...

Coming home and knowing, this was the place for the heart's growing.

Coming home to rest, where recuperation is the best.

In the place where your heart is most secure, that is what home is, in a few simple words.

The haven of your heart, the foundation of the stars.

The place where love resides, and you can feel the blessings abide.

Where your soul responds, and you can feel the bond.

And it is a slice of heaven, Angel's Food Cake, decadent.

Paramount to love, in whole part of the sum.

The blessed nest to rest ones bones, oh for the joy of coming home.

Not just an abode, but an haven on a weary road, oh the joy of coming home.

It was coming home and knowing, steadfast safety glowing.

Resting ones head in ones own bed, is just one of the joy's of coming home.

Where love over flows, you can enjoy the rest and know.

That here you have your place, where you can feel the most safe, oh the joy's of coming home.

And home is not just where you are, but the place you make within your heart.

To come to the castle, Love, and the rest upon the throne of, oh the joy's of coming home…