Going home, going home
I'm just going home.
Quiet-like, slip away
I'll be going home.
It's not far, just close by;
Jesus is the door;
Work all done, laid aside,
Fear and grief no more.
Friends are there, waiting now.
He is waiting too.
See his smile! See his hand!
He will lead me through.
Morning star lights the way;
Restless dreams all done;
Shadows gone, break of day,
Life has just begun.
Every tear wiped away,
Pain and sickness gone;
Wide awake there with him!
Peace goes on and on!
Going home, going home
I'll be going home.
See the light! See the Sun!
I'm just going home.
Going Home...…….William Arms Fisher
Jenny
19th October 2020
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland