Houses And Homes
The walls of a house may be builded of wood,
Its foundations, of brick or of stone;
But a genuine home is an exquisite thing,
For it’s builded of heart throbs alone.
The price of a house may be reckoned at once
And paid with a handful of gold;
But the price of a home very few can compute,
And that price they have never yet told.
The rooms of a house may be stately and grand,
Their adornment, a triumph of art;
But beauty of home is the final result
Of the toil of an unselfish heart.
A house may be burned, may be sold or exchanged,
Nor the loss of one’s peace interfere;
But the loss of a home—how it crushes the heart!
For our homes we all love and revere.
Of houses a man may possess many scores
Yet his poverty lead to despair;
But an honorable man in a home of his own,
Must be counted a true millionaire.
—J. H. Skiles.
Our Parents
God, your father, and your mother,—
They have each a share in you;
If you pay to both your parents
That respect which is their due,
Then together with your parents
God considers He doth dwell,
And by honoring your parents,
You do honor God as well.
—The Talmud.
Alternate Reading: Psalms 84.