HOME AT LAST

The clock of time that filled my days

With gifts of pain combined with praise

Were heaven's thorns to lead my path

To where sweet flowers always last.

Dear grieving loved ones left on shore

The home I've loved, I've traded for

The sounds and sights beyond compare

A place my Savior planned with care.

I heard the songs the angels sing

I felt the stirring of their wings

I wish you could have seen that sight

While heading Home; my upward flight!

I saw the lights within the Gate

The call to come! I could not wait!

For in the endless arms of grace

I felt a welcome to that Place.

The curse of death has been removed

All tears have ceased to flow today

Now in the presence of the King

I have no need for anything.

B. Pent