Home at Last

With Jesus now, home at last
My mother dwells in peace.
Sorrow, tears and death ... no more
All suffering has ceased.

She has seen God’s glory
And beheld Him face to face.
And I know we shall meet again
In that timeless place.

A place where He’s prepared a room,
A place where joy abounds,
Where sickness, sin and suffering
Are things that can’t be found.

There my mother waits for me.
My father waits there too,
And with joy I look toward the day
When life begins anew.

A life I’ll spend praising my Lord
Throughout eternity,
For I am bound for glory
Where Dad and Momma wait for me.

Copyright 1998 by Jennifer Welsh
May 10, 1998


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