Poem June 1, 1987 Issue

For children

My real home

Charlotte E. Stier

I like our house.
It's wide and tall.
It won't let in
the rain at all.

But Daddy says
we'll move away.
I'm feeling sad
so now I'll pray.
It's hard to leave;
still, I'm with God.
(I couldn't leave Him—
that would be odd.)

God has a place
prepared for all,
the Bible says.
No matter what I do
or where I go
I'm in His place
and in His care.
I'm glad to know
He's everywhere.
I trust Him only;
now I see
my home is where Love welcomes me.

Charlotte E. Stier

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