Of Home's Humble Happiness

After dropping my daughter's friend off at her home tonight and picking up groceries I returned to stare at my CHAOTIC kitchen to tidy up, mop floors, do dishes...and leave the rest for another day after a big day of peach-canning! In spite of all its short-comings,still home is the best place in the world, isn't it?

Shielded from eyes that would criticize

Home is a God-granted paradise

Here in the comfort of domestic mirth

God opens windows of heaven to earth

Safe from the hurrying, worrying throng

Home is a haven of laughter and song

Wealth gleams in piles of soiled laundry and such

Here children learn beneath mother’s soft touch

…and midst the clatter of everyday noise

Women and men emerge from girls and boys

Here, though the cares of life must have their way

Home is an alter where we bow to pray

…pray we remember Whose hands kindly bless

And thank Him for home’s humble happiness

© Janet Martin