As I sit here on this porch, reflecting on fifty-one years,
I’ve walked through joy and I’ve walked through tears.
I’ve spent my life waiting for the next hard thing,
Never stopping long enough to hear the bluebirds sing.
Always bracing for another heartache to arrive,
Forgetting that these little moments are what make us feel alive.
These walls have held our laughter, these rooms have held our pain,
They’ve sheltered us through sunshine and through pouring rain.
This house is full of memories, every crack and every stone,
But I’ve learned a simple truth today—
A house is just a home we’ve known.
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My home is where you are,
Where your heart leads, I will follow.
Through every sunrise, every storm,
Every promise of tomorrow.
With the good Lord lighting up our way,
And the warmth of your faithful love,
Baby, let’s keep writing this story,
’Cause your heart will forever be my home.
Let’s grow old together on this weathered porch,
Coffee in our hands as the morning starts.
We’ll watch our family laugh and grow,
Count every blessing Heaven knows.
We’ll pray bigger prayers than yesterday,
And find the kind of peace that softly says…
“This is the life we’ve been searching for! A love driven by the Lord! You are my home!
My home is where you are,
Where your heart leads, I will follow.
With the good Lord, unshakable faith,
And a love that conquers sorrow! Thank you God for our tomorrows !
So we’ll sit here on this porch,
Hand in hand as seasons come and go.
Thanking God for every breath,
Every lesson, every road.
Because I’ve finally found the place
I searched for all along…
Your heart will forever be my home.
