Home Sweet Home
I don't know what God wants me to write
But I write about home sweet home
Are you home yet?
No? Why?
That's correct my friend
You are not home yet
The home you have here is nowhere near
what you will have in heaven
There will be rooms for each of you
And me
There will be place to play
place to sew and place to bake
What?
Are we going to eat there?
You bet
And place to play football, soccer, or whatever you feel like
Place to meditate and place to dream
There will be no more fighting
As things will be settled by the landlord
- God himself
He will just zap you and correct you
You will be straightened up like a telephone pole
And we will have phones there
Things we have here you will have up there
Excited?
No not me
I don't want to leave
Then make this world your home
Whatever you dream of make them that way
It only comes when you create it
You want it light, shiny, and all kinds of bling
Then make it so
You want it cozy and warm and inviting
Then do it
Who is stopping you?
Plan it, create it
Achieve
Only you can say yay or nay
Why not yay?
And no nay
Why not do?
And no don't
Why not wow?
And no pout
Why not ahh I am running out of things
Just kidding
But just have
And no flap
Just gab
And no crap
Whoops is it that time?
Nope then I can go on
It's that whoot
And no hoot
Oh well you can whoot and you can hoot
Who cares?
But shoot will ya?
Make that a bull's eye
Yeah!!!
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