Home Of My Comfort
These days I am not myself
since my joy seems to have been put on a shelf.
To a comforting dream I’ve had, I add new bits and pieces
Of the story of where I’m on a hill with Jesus.
In this newer dream, I’m not like before, dancing,
but still I’m on a hill covered with daisies
Tiger has now caught many (mice) crazies
And look – Jesus is Tiger’s new life enhancing.
I sit next to Jesus, talking as before
On all of us the sunshine can pour.
Tiger gets to eat all the tuna he wants
and then lays across the Savior’s lap.
Oh, how I love Jesus
and I sure miss Tiger.
Daisy Hill is there for me whenever I have a need
To take comfort where there is love, I take heed.
If at times I seem far away,
Do not worry, I’ll be okay.
I’ll go to Daisy Hill often
There my bitterness and grief to soften.