Oh, my friend, such a pleasant inn,
Source of comfort, warmth and rest,
In your rooms, my heart’s refreshed.
Sheltered in your feathered nest
I am content and long to stay,
But, I know, I must away.
Amidst our earthly days,
An inn is aptly meant to be
A temporary sanctuary.
And that, dear friend, you are to me.
Cherel S. Justice