How Sweet It Is
I woke up one morning and heard the Lord calling,
calling for me,for me to come home.
For they in a distance I saw my Lord Jesus, with nail
scared hands and a robe white as snow.
How sweet it must be up there in Heaven, were all our
friends and love ones have gone.
No tears,no fears,no pain or no sorrows,
How sweet it is to be going home.
Willie Sidney Conrad Joyner
Copyright © Willie Joyner | Year Posted 2007
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