This journey is at last ending, and
All my strength is finally failing.
As ancient eyes lay hold of prize, sought so long,
And you are beautiful beyond all words - my GOD!
I am dying, or so they tell me.
But – no, I believe real life is just beginning.
And this truth it is liberating, as
Faith grows strong beyond all testing.
I embrace all source of hope, of strength, of peace.
And liberty is given to me, to become what I
Am meant to be in You, as
You call me to come home - my GOD!
Mock I now you, O death.
Where is your sting?
What hold have you on me,
I am going - home!
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