Poem February 21, 1953 Issue

HOME

Ruth King

The sanctuary of home is with us now,
The door unbarred, the windows open wide,
As we reflect the consciousness of Love,
And know no other dwelling place beside.

We rest not in mere buildings made with hands,
But in the warmth of God's eternal care;
His peace our hearthstone, and His truth our light.
Our home is where we are, for He is there.

Ruth King

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