Poem December 11, 1976 Issue

HOME IS HEAVEN

Helen Bonnell Butt

How I miss home at Christmastime—
just long for home.

Mary and Joseph had to go away,
away from their home.

Her little baby wasn't born at home—
where was his home?

The foxes have holes and the birds their nests
but Jesus said he
didn't have a home—

didn't have a place to lay down his head.
Have you got a home?

"In my Father's house are many mansions."
Where is my home?

"If it were not so, I would have told you."
Then—
heaven's our home!

"I go to prepare a place for you."
Everybody's home?

Heaven's right here for the whole human race.
Come along home.

Helen Bonnell Butt

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