Ever wonder about the blessing of a home?
To feel the gift of God Almighty shlome
The one we live in, not made with bricks
There ain't any wood or man made tricks
Yes, the very earth we live on with right
As if we have it straight and uptight
The might of nature, the trees dance
The flowers bloom, grass smiles chance
This is our home, our very beloved earth
This is where we pass time, death and birth
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