My Father’s Home


By Shaun K. – Angels by Grace Pub. – Oct. 1997

No matter where I travel,

No matter where I roam,

I’m in my Father’s kingdom

So everywhere is “home.”


My ceiling’s made of fluffy clouds

Afloat in skies of blue.

My carpet’s woven of grass

And flowers fresh with dew.


My walls are made of mountains

And woods of stately trees,

My “home” is warmed by sunshine

And in summer, cooled by breeze.


When my earthly days are done

And I no longer roam.

I’ll still be in His kingdom –

I’ll be in my Father’s home.

Blessings to you.


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