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!!!