Maker of the Home
Little maker of the home,
What do you really do?
When it all is said and done,
what will be said of you?
You rise each day and like the sun
you give your life away,
and tired, you've run the course again,
You need to hear Him say
Little maker of the home,
What do you really do?
When it all is said and done,
what will be said of you?
You rise each day and like the sun
you give your life away,
and tired, you've run the course again,
You need to hear Him say
Well done,
Oh, maker of the home
Well done,
You labor not alone
And though your eyes may never see,
This home you live to make,
you make for Me
Your life a shadow seems,
compared to what the others do,
but who would catch the tears,
and point to Me,
if not for you?
And when they've grown,
imprinted on their hearts will always be,
how good, how right, to give their lives,
and build a home for Me.
Lyrics by Beverly Bradley copyright Ó 1992
Oh, maker of the home
Well done,
You labor not alone
And though your eyes may never see,
This home you live to make,
you make for Me
Your life a shadow seems,
compared to what the others do,
but who would catch the tears,
and point to Me,
if not for you?
And when they've grown,
imprinted on their hearts will always be,
how good, how right, to give their lives,
and build a home for Me.
Lyrics by Beverly Bradley copyright Ó 1992
ahhhh, I love this :) thanks for the sweet reminder of how impreshionable our litte ones are. I love how this speaks truth about how valuable our time in the home is to God as well as the memories it leaves with our children. I'm glad all is well with the baby and I cant wait to hear what little Huckleberry is. Either a Hucklebubby or a Hucklesissy! Love, Jen
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