Home Heaven

When I see heaven, I will see my home,
I'll recognize the place where I am from;
at last to heaven never more to roam
so comforting to know I've finally come.

My ancestors all waiting in a row,
somehow remembered almost without end;
I'll meet again the relatives I know,
the happy faces of each earthly friend.

My house has many mansions, Jesus said,
and heaven has a home for everyone.
He will prepare a place for me ahead,
and He’ll give me the crown that I have won.

And God my Father under heaven's dome,
will welcome me His child coming home.

                       -- by Pete Voelz         9/05