Sometimes I feel defeated,
Fearful and alone.
Then I think of heaven,
My final destined home.

I know it must be lovely,
With Jesus on the Throne,
And angels all around Him,
When finally I get home.

No tears, no worries, no pain,
For all that will be gone.
Oh, what glory I will see,
When I reach my heavenly home.

I’ll see all my friends and loved ones,
That’s gone ahead of me.
The crippled won’t be lame,
And then the blind will see.

No battles over money or power,
Just peace shall reign up there.
There will be rejoicing,
And singing everywhere.

The alternative is damnation,
A place you don’t want to see.
I’ve chosen heaven for my home,
That’s where I’m going to be.

Faye Reyenga © 7 / 10 / 2007
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