A Home Is More Than A House

Everything has a house of its own that feels to them like home. A hill, a home to the ant, A hive, a home to the bee, A pot, a home to the plant, A kettle, a home to the tea, My mom’s arms, a home to me. When we see a house, Who it belongs to we cannot tell, But our home we recognize by the little things, Like how it feels and smells. Our home should be a place, Where God is honoured and praised, Where we wonder about His mercies, And thank Him for His grace. What good is a fancy house, Where sadness is a frequent guest? I’d rather have a simple home, With peace, quiet, and rest. Our home is our solid base, Which we always come back to. The home is a safe place, For when we are feeling blue. Though non-tangible things matter much, Sometimes it is nice to have that special thing to touch. A blankie, teddy bear, or even a loved one, All these are things that make us feel at home. Thank you to Habitat for Humanity for building houses that are more than just four walls, a floor, and a roof. These houses can turn into homes with lots of special memories, happiness, and meaning.