The Old House and the New Home

The Old House and the New Home ©2011 C. Brent Cloyd I’ve lived in houses in the country side There with my family I did abide By the dust and gravel of a country road Much pride was taken in our humble abode I’ve lived in houses perched on a hill Many of which are not standing still They provided shelter in their time Provoked memories that make life rhyme I’ve lived in a house on a city street Where the neighbors came out at night to meet I’ve lived in houses made of wood and stone On avenues where children could safely roam I’ve lived in houses of mortar and brick Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick I’ve enjoyed houses far better than most Where friends would come and I could serve as host But my current house seems like a foreign land Where everyone wants to lend me a hand Living in this place is not my desire Of this arrangement I easily tire The time has come for me to leave To this old house I will not cleave I no longer want a cottage here below To a fine home in heaven soon I will go. I long not for a mansion or streets of gold But just a place where I will never grow old A place where pain and sadness are never more Where happiness is found on every shore I am eager, yes ready, to move out To possess my new home with a shout! The promised home Jesus went to prepare Death please come quickly, I want to be there.