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!
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