They’re all expecting me, and that’s one thing I know,
My Saviour pardoned me and now I onward go;
I know He’ll take me thru tho I am weak and poor
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
I have a loving mother up in glory land,
I don’t expect to stop until I shake her hand
She’s waiting now for me in heaven’s open door,
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
Just up in glory land we’ll live eternally,
The saints on every hand are shouting victory;
Their song of sweetest praise drift back from heaven’s shore,
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
O Lord, you know I have no friend like you,
If heaven’s not my home then Lord what will I do;
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door,
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
Arr. Albert E. Brumley
Psalms 37:23-24
The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.
Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.
I will be thankful for every step no matter how large or small I take to reach home.
May we ‘walk in grace’ together.
Let us find ‘joy in the journey and good times in the going.’