Home Poems

Some one waits to bid you welcome,
And invites to rest and cheer.

Some one loves you; all life’s crosses,
Which have seemed so hard to bear,
Are forgiven and forgotten,
When you see the home lights fair.

Some one knows that you are weary,
Some one waits to clasp your hand;
Some one watches near the home lights,
Who will surely understand.

Footsteps falter now no longer
O’er the distant homeward way;
There’s a message in the home lights,
At the close of busy day.

When the work of life is over,
And the weary hours are past,
Home lights, in Eternal glory,
Satisfy the soul at last.

Tho’ earth’s trials have been many,
And the world unkind has been,
Lights of Home dispel life’s burdens,
Christ will bid you:—“Enter in.”

Some One, where the lights are shining,
Waits to give your soul release;
Some One waits to bid you welcome,
You shall find both rest and peace.

Some One loves you; all life’s crosses,
Which once seemed so hard to bear,
Are forgotten in the glory
Of the Christ, who greets you there.

Some One knows that you are weary,
Some One gently takes your hand;
Some One knows your every weakness,
He—the Christ—will understand.

Footsteps falter now no longer,
O’er the weary earthly way;
There’s a message in the Home lights,
At the close of life’s brief day.

Thus on earth, and thus in Heaven,
Gleam the distant home lights fair;
Some one waits and some one watches,—
Some one here and Some One there.

Blessed home lights! May they ever
Shine for you and shine for me,
In the shadows of earth’s journey
And through all Eternity.

CLOUDS AND COMFORT

Tho’ clouds arise, in fairest skies,
And sunlight glories steal away;
Tho’ snow-flakes fall, on roof and wall,
Till all the world is chill and gray;
Yet why complain? The earth shall gain
An added glory from on high,
For rain and snow that fall below
Will bring more sunshine by and by.

Tho’ doubts we find, within the mind,
And hope and pleasure steal away;
Tho’ trials fall, to one and all,
Till life itself looks cold and gray;
Yet why despair? God has a care,
And He will comfort while we sigh,
For griefs and tears, within the years,
Will bring more blessings by and by.

ACTION

Action is the golden key
That unlocks doors to set us free;
Thro’ which the trusting heart that sings
Shall find it’s way to better things.

“FOR YOU I AM PRAYING.”

When the hush of early morning
Ushers in the sunbeams fair,
And another day is dawning,
’Tis for you, I breathe a prayer.

Somewhere—all my love confessing
Ere the busy day is here—
You will need the morning blessing,
While the angels hover near.

Tho’ I hear not what you’re saying,
And I know not where you are,
Yet for you I shall be praying,