What is home, but a cover from the weather,
A place where people can gather safely together,
A place where a table is set with today’s daily bread,
A place to nightly lay one’s head?
Surely there is more to ‘home’ than these physical necessities,
For there are other places to find such basic amenities.
What is home, then, but a refuge to run to,
A place of security when all is askew,
A place with peace and comfort confined inside,
A place where loved ones are at one’s side?
Still, these words describe only an idealized view,
And no place here fits that definition all the way through.
What is home, but a place to belong,
A place where we don’t need to pretend we are strong,
A place one knows and is known as well,
A place where the heart can openly dwell?
We’re getting closer, but even with all these answers combined,
There is something more to “home” left undefined!
Perhaps, when we feel most at home then, we are experiencing a preview,
Of something more than any place we have ever been to.
And maybe what we desire in our dwellings here is a reflection in the mirror,
While all our striving is an attempt to make the image clearer.
What if ‘home’ is not something we build but something drawing near?
Now the definition is growing increasingly clear!
For, no matter how secure we feel in what we call our abode,
We are still just sojourners out on the narrow road.
‘Home’ cannot be confined to words, time, or space,
But so I’ve learned, only in the arms of our Creator’s embrace!
We are strangers here, living in a foreign land,
Building tents for our days that He long ago planned.
What is home, but all the ways described before,
And more than we have ever imagined or hoped for?
Oh, how I long for it, though I’ve never seen it on my own!
What is home, where is home, who is home, but God alone?