When He Talked About His Home

Jesse was a hardworking farmer-
Put his whole life in his land
He paid his bills on Friday
Gave his tithe on Sunday
His word was as sure as his hand.
Jesse wasn’t much of a talker
He just did what he said he would do-
He loved his wife and family
Redefined what’s manly
As all that was faithful and true.
And when he talked about heaven
When he talked about Jesus
There was glory in his eyes
That could answer all your «whys»
Open windows to your soul.
When he talked about his family
When he talked about a journey
There was something he could see
Birthed a longing deep in me
When he talked about his home.
Years have gone by since he left us-
I landed a job and moved away
Left the straight and narrow
To see how I would fare
Where bright lights and excitement filled my days.
But with all the sounds and the voices-
Another voice kept ringing in my ears.
That sweet old testimony
Broke a heart so stony
And called me 'cross the miles and through the years-
REPEAT There was something he could see
Birthed a longing deep in me-
When he talked about his home