As long as there are homes

So long as there are homes to which men turn at close of day
So long as there are homes where children are and women stay
If love and loyalty and faith be found across these sills
A stricken nation can recover from it's gravest ills

So long as there are homes where fires burn, and there is bread
So long as there are homes where lamps are lit and prayers are said
Although a people falter through the dark and nations grope
With God Himself back of these little homes, we have sure hope.

Grace Crowell