They say home is where the heart is
And the heart is like a home.
That love and care are placed inside,
But they aren't contained by wood or stone.

The heart, a source of joy and peace,
Is also a source of truth.
And the home, a place of comfort and rest,
Is also a place of refuge.

The house, though some would call it plain,
Is necessity at its best.
And the heart, though viewed as frail and meek,
Is loved and abundantly blessed.

A house can often stand alone
Very seldom does it have want or need
But the heart, without a place called home,
Can never be complete.