Temporary Home

Came across this song recently and thought of sharing it here with you guys. I first heard it when it was sung by one of the American Idol 10 participants, and subsequently chanced upon it again on the radio.

Basically, the song tells of three very different characters -- one of a young foster child who’s sent from home to home, another of a single young mom who’s struggling to bring up her child, and the last of an old man going through his last days in a hospital bed. All three scenarios tell of how life is just but a temporary trial, and that life on earth is just a through road to get to where our real home is. Delivered with so much true emotion, I think Carrie Underwood did a brilliant job.

As a Christian, I’m often told that life on earth is just a passing experience in preparation for our life in heaven. Then again, if heaven was really perfect, is there really such a need for us to be trialled and trained in preparation for it? Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I am in doubt of my faith, but as a young Christian, I do still have my questions about Christ. Will look this up and speak to more mature Christians and share this some time. Meanwhile, do enjoy this song. I’ve also included the lyrics for your reference. I think Carrie totally nailed it, vocal, emotions and all.

Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone.
Another new mom and dad, another school,
Another house that'll never be home.
When people ask him how he likes this place...
He looks up and says, with a smile upon his face,

"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."

Young mom on her own.
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go.
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out,
Because a half-way house will never be a home.
At night she whispers to her baby girl,
"Someday we'll find our place here in this world."

"This is our temporary home.
It's not where we belong.
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."

Old man, hospital bed,
The room is filled with people he loves.
And he whispers don't cry for me,
I'll see you all someday.
He looks up and says, "I can see God's face."

"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
This was just a stop, on the way to where I'm going.
I'm not afraid because I know... this was
My temporary home."

This is our temporary home.