The home in which I grew
Where I was taught to do that which I should
Was held together by love
And everything that's good
It's floors were supported strong
By tenderness and caring
And it's roof was held in place
By the gentle act of sharing
It's walls stood strong and firm
Never were they shaken
Strength is gained by what you give
Not by what you have taken
A home is so much more
Than wood and nails and stone
It is made of truth, love, caring and sharing
These things , they make a house a home
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
The home in which I grew
Where I was taught to do that which I should
Was held together by love
And everything that's good
It's floors were supported strong
By tenderness and caring
And it's roof was held in place
By the gentle act of sharing
It's walls stood strong and firm
Never were they shaken
Strength is gained by what you give
Not by what you have taken
A home is so much more
Than wood and nails and stone
It is made of truth, love, caring and sharing
These things , they make a house a home