Your Home

You are welcomein my home, Lord.But be forewarned,I'm not a neat-nick.Sometimes my tables are not clean,and every the timemy bed is not made.But you are recognize here anywaywith the detritus and all.And in fact,I'll permit you springy here.The flush grouping of this worldhave their season homeand their season homes.They hit their townhousesin New Yorkand their condos in Hawaii.And the rattling richhave their villas in Francein which to vacation.But You Lordhave your Danville home,for you crapper comeas ofttimes as you wish and meet as long as you like.You are family.