A perfect home is heaven's door,
It's built of loving deeds,
No angry frown nor biting word
Will sow discordant seeds.
No selfish wish nor cruel act,
Will in this home be found.
No thought of self will have a place,
For each to each is bound
By ties of love so pure indeed,
So helpful, so serene;
That door seems portal of high heav'n,
Rich treasures there are seen.
Oh! joyous home, when built of love--
Foundation of esteem.
The walls are raised from happiness,
With love the windows gleam.
This home will stand for aye on earth
And through eternity,
For God and angels hold the lease--
The rent is sanctity.