It’s not the place where you were born or where you find your family,
Not what you’re accustomed to, where sustenance is guaranteed,
Not the spot where friends have met, where learning was procured,
Not where your accomplishments and earnings are secured.
It’s the place that has been sanctified from worldly limitations,
Where daily prayer and service are the foremost occupations,
His abode, where cheerless skeptics never deign to enter,
A dwelling-place of hope, with bedrock at the center,
A refuge from the revelers, asylum from the welter,
An everlasting shelter, the place you call your home.