Come morning
we will view all of heaven
Walking hand in hand down the streets of gold
We'll share in the joy of our love ones.
As we sing praises for evermore.
The birds will hush their singing
While the angels voices ring,
Oh what a joy to be home,
To be adopted as a child of the King.
Many times I get home sick for heaven
Nothing satisfying to be found,
Then I fall upon my knees and I find,
Christ the living water was near all the time.
From the hills of God sweet rivers flow
Our hearts are refreshed and revived,
His sweet blessings are always the same,
I shout Hallelujah, bless His dear name.
He understands and knows each need
Our names are written on His palm,
He came to ransom me from sin,
Come Lord Jesus, I want to enter in.
With Jesus I will rest someday
And claim my mansion in the sky,
He has a home for me to share,
He hears my humble and constant prayer.
Bernice Ward 2006
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