It is just an empty box
This shell of mortar, bricks, wood; stone
But it is what we put inside
That turns a house into a home
Lord, teach us how to fill our homes
Only with things that You approve
Only with things that You approve
A haven from life’s troubled storms
Of joy and peace; of hope and love
And may the house that we call home
Dear Lord, by You be richly blessed
A place where each of us may come
And know that we are loved the best
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!