"Look! God's dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." Revelation 21: 3-4
HOME
Once full of life, now scarred by strife,
She was "For Sale" again.
So I drove by, with a deep sigh,
To let the mem'ries win.
I saw her there, with stick-brown hair,
The girl who once was me.
Rubber-tipped sneaks and ruddy cheeks,
A Band-Aid on my knee.
Bent o'er the soil, my mom's in toil,
Deep in the rhubarb patch.
Nearby I stand, with grubby hands,
Eager for worms to catch.
The lilac bush now hung its tush
Wearily o'er the fence,
As weeds pervade where beds were made,
As if they had no sense.
It struck me then, a home is when
Her people love her dear.
When God above joins hearts in love
Perfect, to cast out fear.
When at the table we read the Bible
Our souls the Lord did see,
The hearts of those, in sweet repose,
Awaiting the Gospel seed.
Each soul does yearn for what I learned
There in my childhood home:
Christ died for me to set me free
To dwell in His heavenly home.
Tis there that I shall never spy
Thorny thistles and weeds.
No bloom will fall, no Death will call,
No tears shall line my cheeks.
His people we will ever be, ne'ermore to cry or sigh.
We'll praise His Name, ne'ermore the same,
With Him we'll dwell on high.
"In my Father's house are many mansions. If that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also will be where I am." John 14:2-3