A poem by a dad from our 2011 archives
I hope when you come home, and the church bells start ringing,
You’ll remember the years and the days you had here.
That this house will engulf you, with lavender breezes
when the Lilacs have bloomed and their essence appeases.
I hope when you come home, and the church bells start ringing,
that comfort surrounds you like a mother’s embrace.
That this house was a home and a castle of grace
And your soul was caressed by the love in this place.
I hope when you come home, and the church bells start ringing,
You’ll remember the joys and the times that were dear.
That this home was a place where you worshipped and grew
And your faith here was born, by the Savior you knew.
I hope when you come home, and the church bells start ringing,
That comfort and peace will well up in your heart.
That this home brings a smile and seldom a tear
And your memories cling to what God started here.
I hope when you come home, and the church bells start ringing,
You’ll remember our prayers and our long loving talks.
That this home was a haven, where you learned God is faithful
and your life is secure, and your tongue always grateful.
I hope when you come home, and the church bells start ringing,
you’ll remember these words and the prayers we have shared.
And by some small resemblance, in all I’ve aspired;
I hope you’ve seen Jesus , and His hearts’ desire.
June 17, 2011
