When Jesus Takes Me Home

When Jesus takes me home,
I‘ll no longer search and roam,
For understanding and a place to rest.
I’ll be with the one who loves me best.


I’ll finally see promises never broken
No hateful words will ever be spoken
I won’t have to see my loved ones die
And I’ll never again have to hear a lie


When I stumble onto sinking sands
I look to the bleeding, nail pierced hands
That offer hope in a hopeless life
That is violent with envy and strife

From above a crown of thorns
My Masters voice loudly warns
“Come to the marriage supper and don’t be late
Each invitation is marked with an individual date”

When my day comes, I hope your there
Look for me, I be the one without a care
In the bosom of the heart of gold
Of the one who died, to guard my soul

I won’t be there because I’m good
Or because I did all the things I should
I’ll be there simply because I am His and He is mine
He died, to give me life……Sweet Mystery Divine

In memory of Mike on Fathers day

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