~ HOMESICK FOR HEAVEN ~


When first I asked Jesus to live in my heart,
And give me a new life within,
I cried when I heard of the blood that He shed,
And His death on the cross for my sin.

I loved Him for suffering there in my place,
So I could have life without end,
And I longed to be with Him - to look on His face,
And thank Him for being my friend.

I read of the wonders of Heaven above,
In the place He's preparing for me.
No sickness or sorrow can enter that land,
And I wanted its beauty to see.

Yet I needed Christ's help just to cope with each task
That life with its cares sent my way.
Through triumphs and failures that filled up my years,
My Heaven seemed ages away.

But now that I'm living my winter of life,
I find not a day will go by
Without precious thoughts of my Heavenly home,
And my meeting with Christ in the sky.

I'll see all my loved ones who've gone on before,
And I'll sing with the Heavenly throng.
I'll have a new body with no aches or pains,
And I'll worship my Lord all day long.

Each day brings me closer to life's curtain call,
When the face of my Lord I will see.
I'll no longer be homesick, for I will be home,
And with Jesus forever I'll be.


 (c) Betty Jo Mings