I'm homesick for heaven, for a land that is fair. To dwell with our Savior, where we'll not shed a tear, The new earth with fragrant flower and tree, With large and small creatures who won't fear and flee. We'll travel to planets or stay right at home And spend every Sabbath close to God's throne. No discord or friction will mar our sweet joy, As we learn many secrets in happy employ. If I will find heaven the place I expect, Then I must get ready and let God correct. The fruit of His Spirit, oh may they appear To make me like Jesus, holy and pure. Dear Lord, give me power from heaven above. Help me be filled with sweet tender love. So when Jesus returns from heaven so fair I'll feel right at home as I live with Him there. Copyright 2005, Kathryn Search
