I WANT TO GO HOME by Mary Martin

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 28, 1874

“I WANT TO GO HOME.”

By Mary Martin

“I want to go home,” said the little child; And the sweet young face looked sad, but smiled, As she thought of the loved ones gathered there, And waiting for her the little chair.

“I want to go home,” said a school-girl gay. As she turned from study and glee away, And high and noble thoughts would come, As she sighed for rest in her peaceful home.

“I want to go home.” There was anguish now, On the quivering lip, and pallid brow, She turned from the false, like a weary dove, To a father’s home, and a mother’s love.

“I want to go home.” The silver hair Lay on her forehead serene and fair, For amid her grief she had nearer come, To Him who had promised sweet rest at home.

Her grief was mine as she told me how, She had threaded life’s dreary maze till now; And hers my joy, as with softened tone, She said, “It has driven me nearer home.”

Oh, wondrous word! amid toil and care, Who may tell of the music centered there? But a sweeter tone by far is given, When we speak of it as meaning Heaven.

It is there the sorrow and heartache cease; And there he giveth his loved ones “peace,” And the invitation to all is, “Come” Where the sinless dwell, to that cloudless home.

MARY MARTIN.