Sometimes the heart longs
for another home
the home where all the kindred souls
it never met on this earth
gather beneath the stars
talking in meaningful conversation.
The home where the beautiful mingles with the eternal
And laughing and talking with Jesus,
there are no more tears, fear
or the pain of rejection.
Only beauty and love in His presence,
washing us clean.
We go through life looking for this place
when all along, we know….
we were never meant for this world,
and our souls long for our heavenly home.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
Sometimes the heart longs
for another home
the home where all the kindred souls
it never met on this earth
gather beneath the stars
talking in meaningful conversation.
The home where the beautiful mingles with the eternal
And laughing and talking with Jesus,
there are no more tears, fear
or the pain of rejection.
Only beauty and love in His presence,
washing us clean.
We go through life looking for this place
when all along, we know….
we were never meant for this world,
and our souls long for our heavenly home.
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