If I can just make it home.
I just heard a song with the words, "I know I'll be all right, if I can just make it home." Oh how weary and tired I am as I type this through tears that make typing difficult and think about my home--heaven! Whenever I think about going home, I can't hold back the tears. This coming May 18 will be 46 years that I have run the race--often stumbling and sometimes even going off to follow a "rabbit trail".
I try to keep my eyes on the "prize"--my heavenly home. I've gone too far to turn back now. I'm fighting temptations that are strong, but God has promised a way of escape. The escape I long for is heaven. My body hurts from my neck on down to my feet. Allergies and other sickness keep me feeling miserable most of the time. I am so discouraged that I just my Lord to call me home.
I see so much wickedness around me and hear people taking God's name in vain. The name of Jesus Christ has become just profanity to most people. All manner of sin and wickedness is accepted as "good", while everything good is being called evil. God is hated; Christians are hated, and good is shunned and evil accepted.
I long to go home where all will be peace and rest. I long to look on my Saviour as I fall prostrate at His feet and worship him. I long to be rid of this corruptible body (my sin nature) and to put on the new incorruptible body. I long to forget this old life and to live forever in perfect bliss. "Even so, come, Lord Jesus."
I just heard a song with the words, "I know I'll be all right, if I can just make it home." Oh how weary and tired I am as I type this through tears that make typing difficult and think about my home--heaven! Whenever I think about going home, I can't hold back the tears. This coming May 18 will be 46 years that I have run the race--often stumbling and sometimes even going off to follow a "rabbit trail".
I try to keep my eyes on the "prize"--my heavenly home. I've gone too far to turn back now. I'm fighting temptations that are strong, but God has promised a way of escape. The escape I long for is heaven. My body hurts from my neck on down to my feet. Allergies and other sickness keep me feeling miserable most of the time. I am so discouraged that I just my Lord to call me home.
I see so much wickedness around me and hear people taking God's name in vain. The name of Jesus Christ has become just profanity to most people. All manner of sin and wickedness is accepted as "good", while everything good is being called evil. God is hated; Christians are hated, and good is shunned and evil accepted.
I long to go home where all will be peace and rest. I long to look on my Saviour as I fall prostrate at His feet and worship him. I long to be rid of this corruptible body (my sin nature) and to put on the new incorruptible body. I long to forget this old life and to live forever in perfect bliss. "Even so, come, Lord Jesus."