Home Is Where The Heart Is

If home is where the heart is,

Then I have many homes.

I long for my eternal home

Wrapped up in Jesus' Arms

Enjoying His great bounty

Where love and praise abounds.

Isaiah eleven, six through nine,

Paradise restored.

Glorious future free from sin,

Rejoicing in the Lord. ~


I love my home in Kosovo

Where God will build His Church.

He has put a call

Deep in our hearts,

A desire we can't deny

To live and work with people there

And overcome each trial.

Among the towns and villages,

We live and work and teach,

And share the news of Jesus,

The Gospel message preached. ~


I love my hometown

-always home-

the place I grew

And played

As a child and with my own kids,

A home I'd never trade.

I miss and love my family there

And all my dear sweet friends.

It's a place I always can return

until the visit ends. ~


Erseka is a kind of home

with welcoming arms wide,

They've housed and loved and cared for us

Through good and harder times.

The place Hasan and I first met

We often will return

To learn a little more again

And sometimes teach in turn. ~


Yes, we've been blessed with many homes,

It's wonderful and hard,

To have so many that we love,

All spread out wide and far. ~