Wishes
In Fathers Realms are
many Mansions
It’s true, the Bible tells
me so.
When I’ve done all my
tasks on Earth
I pray my Lord will
let me go,
To see the beautiful
white Mansions
The pearly Gates, the
streets of Gold.
But then there is a quiet
longing
Of things dear Jesus
left untold.
How could I ever feel
at Home?
Without the Meadow, Birds
or Trees
The Garden old, the
little Cottage
The Flowers visited
each morning
By Butterflies and Honeybees.
Dear Father I just
love the beauty
Jehovah once has made for me
And I am grateful for
the blessings
My heart can feel, my
eyes can see.
So, when my soul is
bound for heaven
I hope to find, that
you won’t mind
To find a country home
for me.
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