Longing for Home by Mrs. L. F. Kenney

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Mar 5, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 10.

Longing for Home

By Mrs. L. F. Kenney

There are days in this busy life of ours, As over the world we roam, When eyes are filled with bitter tears, And our hearts are oppressed with nameless fears— A passionate longing for home.

We go through the day with smiling lips, But in the darkness of the night A cry of pain from an aching heart, And a prayer for strength to act our part, Goes up to the throne of light,—

A cry for home and my Father's love That is wrung from a soul distressed; For life is hard and life is long, And the world is weary with grief and wrong, And only at home there is rest.

They pass us by in the hurry of life, Too busy to glance at a tear; Too full of care and the hope of gain That is made at the cost of another's pain, To hold out a helping hand.

They see perhaps the quivering lips, They hear the patient sigh; But if life is hard, there is much to do; “We can not wait,” they say, “for you,” And quickly pass us by.

But peace will come to the aching heart, And comfort to those who weep; Sorrow and crying will cease for ay, And the lines of care be smoothed away, When in our Saviour we fall asleep.