The Path to Home

When hammers of the rain beat on my head

And temper tantrums of the hurricane,

Shouting in uncontrolled and furious wrath,

Strike fear that numbs my heart, I take the path

That leads to home, and soon I feel again

Secure and warm. Love's mantle gently spread

About my trembling form gives me release--

The path to home will lead to God and peace.

The Relief Society Magazine