I’m going home to meet my master,
No more this earth to roam,
I was only passing through this land,
But now I’m going home.

No more troubles and trials,
No more heart aches and tears,
Going to a home of endless ages,
With no more measure of years.

Now I’m going home,
I’ll sit at Jesus’ feet,
I’ll sing praises to His Holy name,
And loved ones there I’ll meet.

There’s Mom and Dad, and sisters too,
And loved ones I’ve never met,
I’ll know them then, and I’ll be known,
When we meet at heaven’s gates.

I’ll not miss those I left behind,
Not that I don’t care,
In heaven there’ll be no sadness,
There’ll be no sorrow there.

So, until we meet again,
On heaven’s shining shores,
Be strong, be faithful, full of love,
Till time shall be no more.

Faye Reyenga©
6 / 19 / 2003
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