“Where we love is home: Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.”

- Oliver Wendell Holmes

To See

The sights of that beautiful City

Will be lovely to behold

Those pearly gates

The crystal sea

The streets made of purest gold.

My eyes now strain to see

That long eternal day

No more sickness

No more death

My tears all wiped away.

I’ll meet many saints of God

That upon this earth I loved

Grandpa, Grandma

Unborn child

Reunited up above.

But of all the beauty I imagine

About my Heav’nly Home in the skies

The utmost joy

My supreme desire

Is to gaze into my Savior’s eyes.

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