Going Home

It is today, it’s not tomorrow. Bury your shame, and hide your sorrow. Lay down your burdens, put away your guilt. It’s time to enter into your mansion, our Savior built. He’s called you home, you’re free at last. No more remembering, you have no past. Can you just picture our heavenly home. Where you’re free to wander, you’re free to roam. I’ve heard in heaven there is no sun. They say in heaven you’ve no need of one. For Jesus, He is the light. That shines thru the heavens and lights up the night. They say they use gold to pave the streets. With not a speck of dust to collect on your feet. And the mansions are sparkling and so crystal clear. Where you’ll abide forever and free from all fears. We’ll dine with our Savior come time to eat. Eat of the fruit, so tender and sweet. We’ll drink of heavens waters and quench our thirst. You’ll be so happy, you’ll nearly burst. You’ll not have a care or worry here. Remember you left them below along with your fear. Here, only goodness and mercy live. Buttered with kindness and filled with the love our Savior gives