Home is where the heart is, where love should be all the time,
Respect and kindness, and peace and joy, that you can say are mine.
It's where in times of illness, concern comes from the heart,
And little acts of goodness, will always be a part.

Home is where there's hope and joy, and laughter does abound.
No matter when, or where, or how, that's where it's always found.
Don't ever let the blues come in, just pray them out the door,
Just try your best, and keep right on, you'll be a winner sure.

Home is filled with gladness, sadness is never there.
There are miles and miles of praises, you hear them everywhere.
So keep looking up and be cheerful, as cheerful as you can be,
That's the key to never-ending love, in a home for all to see.

Home is where the "River of Love" flows like a mighty stream,
It's banks are full to overflowing, like a never-ending dream.
Yes, times may come and times may go, but let me tell you this,
The home where God is worshipped, is the home that He will bless.

So hang in there, dear friend of mine, it's worth it all the time,
From early morn til eventide, with God always by your side.
Sure man you picked a winner, with me you must agree,
Just take time out, they will get better, pray and wait and see.

- poem by Al Albrecht, Home Spun Poems
- photos by Nik Rapelje

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