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A million miles from house, Still I am found at home. For a place is merely space, Where one can still be alone. A home is something more, Made with love and care not wood. Based on faithfulness, Designed by God as good. I see in fleeting life, An echo of my home. A family called church, Those whom are God's own. And as great as this echo is, Still more is left to see. This family is great, Full of saints of history. They tell of righteous love, Of joy forevermore, I listen to their tale, And hope for whats in store. I hear from them its glorious, Where worship will not cease, Where sorrows are no more, And there is endless peace. Where the lion will lay with lamb, Where every good things dwells, And the source of all this good, Overflows like a bursting well. And as I set my heart, On this land yet far away, I feel my hope renewed, That there I'll be someday. But for now I will wait, On this passing world I know, For His coming is sure, And with Him comes my home.
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
Home
A million miles from house, Still I am found at home. For a place is merely space, Where one can still be alone. A home is something more, Made with love and care not wood. Based on faithfulness, Designed by God as good. I see in fleeting life, An echo of my home. A family called church, Those whom are God's own. And as great as this echo is, Still more is left to see. This family is great, Full of saints of history. They tell of righteous love, Of joy forevermore, I listen to their tale, And hope for whats in store. I hear from them its glorious, Where worship will not cease, Where sorrows are no more, And there is endless peace. Where the lion will lay with lamb, Where every good things dwells, And the source of all this good, Overflows like a bursting well. And as I set my heart, On this land yet far away, I feel my hope renewed, That there I'll be someday. But for now I will wait, On this passing world I know, For His coming is sure, And with Him comes my home.
Inspired by my friend Isaac Jenkins and the home that the heroes of faith looked forward to. (Hebrews 11:16 NLT) Our heavenly homeland.
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
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