There is an old rhyme we used to sing back in the elementary school days.
It goes like this.
O my home
O my home
when shall I see my home
When shall I see my native land
I will never forget my home.
Apparently this poetry reveals the mind of a sojourner who was missing his home.
Home is where the heart is. I have been blessed by God to have such a wonderful family to call mine and to share my home with.
These men, makes my world go round they complete in every true sense of the word.
My home does not only comprise of my immediately family.I also share fond memories with my music team, the have become part of my home, because of the great bond we share, The bond of Music, the bond of God through Christ and the zest for life itself.
Home is where love is experienced
Home is where peace is shared
Home is where you return after a hard day
You are certain a warm hug will make all look beautiful
Home is where your greatest fans live
Home is where you get all the love and support
O my Home.
So blessed to have a place to call “My Home”
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