Sunday, October 22, 2006
Fellow pilgrims...we're getting closer...
Many times in my childhood when we'd travel so far
By nightfall how weary I'd grow.
Father's arm would slip 'round me... so gently, he'd say
"My child, we are going home."
Going Home... I am going Home.
There is nothing to hold me here.
I caught a glimpse of that heavenly Land,
And now, I am going Home
Now the twilight is fading... The day soon shall end.
I get homesick the farther I roam;
But my Father has led me each step of the way,
And now, HE will lead me Home.
Tune & lyrics by William Gaither