Coming Home

Could it be we were in heaven once, our souls like broods of fondly nurtured eggs then God lifted us and gently put us down on Earth and gave us life, gave us legs. Released to roam and laugh and love and live, accept love and return it, freely give, succumb to sin, besmirched, tarnished, but then seeking the cross return to love again and by his grace give praise with our last breath saved by the blood, shake off the grasp of death. As joyfully with praise and thanks we sing he gently lifts us up and gives us wings. Returning home, deemed worthy from above bearing our gifts of hard fought Earthly love. The Angels who before the Mighty stand must love,obey and honour by his command but we who struggled in our own free will held on to love through life and loved him still are cherished more by him, for we have won, cleansed, blessed and paid for by his only son. Alleluia!