The Home He Made Above
THE HOME HE MADE ABOVE
I have a mansion bright and glorious in that land where no one dies;
When my Redeemer comes victorious I’ll dwell beyond the skies.
I know that I would not be worthy were it not for His great love,
But I know that I will see it--the home He made above.
There is so much I want to see there in that bright land so clear,
And all my friends I know will be there and loved ones very dear.
But over all the thrills of heaven will be when the Christ I love
Takes my hand and leads me through it--the home He made above.
These words written to “The Waltz You Saved For Me.”
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