Going Home
When my time comes to go home,
And I go soaring through the sky,
When I slip past those surly bonds of Earth,
And I am caught up on high…
May my sins be forgotten by God,
As I so often seek to repent.
May I stand before Him unashamed
Of my life, and how it was spent.
Let my faith be strong like an eagle’s wings,
When my time comes to be changed-
When I go to be with God-
To live in that home He has arranged.
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