Home Is Where You Hear Angels Sing

A young boy peeked out of his house made of cardboard on a sidewalk next to the street;
He huddled up close to the wall of the box to keep dry from the cold wind and sleet.
How could this be at such a young age, that this boy was on the street all alone?
His mother had left several months back, and his father he never had known.
As he nibbled on a hard piece of bread he had found in the trash just outside of the store;
He savored the taste because he knew when it was gone, it would be days before he'd find anymore.
As he began to doze off he heard a man's voice and seen a warm smile on His face;
With His hand stretched out, He said to the boy "Let's go to a much better place."
The boy took a hold of the kind man's hand and said "Sir, where is this place that we are?"
"For there is no darkness and pain from the cold and instead of the fog I see far."
With the kind man's face looking at him, He said, "Son, your home is where you hear angels sing;
And whatever you find in the midst of this land, it's yours for you're a child of the King."