My ministry is in this home
I'm keeper here; I need not roam.
My hands are busy washing pots.
I'm ironing clothes and scrubbing spots.
My service to the ones I love
Flows from the heart of God above.
Through me, His vessel in this house,
He loves my kids, He loves my spouse.
My love is glue that holds us tight.
The nest's secure both day and night.
I'm always here to dry a tear.
To rub a back or calm a fear.
My "house band" makes an iron band
Around our hearts, our house, our land.
Secure, surrounded with His care.
We frolick in the love we share.
And in this circle I'm the heart.
I pump the blood to every part.
God's love flows out from me to each.
Then rebounds back from every reach.
Let others go their dreams to build.
My place is here; I am fulfilled.
I'm loved and praised; my heart is set.
By giving, all my needs are met.
(Written by Mrs. June Boisseleier)