Beautiful poem! Taking the time to rest with God is like coming home. Thanks, Tony!

This article reminded me of an old poem that I’ve become more fond of
with every passing day ~ you might even remember it!

The Lights Of Home

Much I’ve done and much I’ve seen,
to many places I have been,
But to me there’s no delight
like the lights of home at night.
Porch globe twinkling from afar,
window lights which softer are,
Shining through the inky gloom
from a peaceful, happy room.

I’ve seen lights on ships at sea,
lights that flash incessantly,
Beacon lamps, and those that shine
in some Merchant’s costly sign,
But my pulses faster beat
as I turn a little Street
And I see the lights of home
twinkling at me through the gloam.

Rest is here, they seem to say,
Peace is here to close the day,
Love is waiting to embrace you
within this little place.
Hurry faster! Hurry in!
Where there’s neither hate nor sin
Nor the cruelty and care
Of the greedy world out there.

Hurry in and sit you down,
and forget the noisy town.
Shut the door and put away
all the burdens of the day.
Come, let loved ones stroke your cheek,
let them laugh to hear you speak,
Here all selfish bickerings cease,
here are love and rest and peace.