Christian poem 'Going Home' by Colin Moffett (Christart.com)

Going Home
by Colin Moffett © 2006

Going home to the glory, my flight it is waiting
Just delayed by heart’s fading beat.
When God finally calls, no hesitating
For I at last my Saviour will meet.

Once I heard how much Jesus cared,
Claimed Him as my Lord in a prayer.
Cleansed and ready, my soul is prepared,
For Heaven’s home and I am going to be there.

What glory there, some of it has been told,
The tree of life by deep crystal sea.
The streets of the city paved with pure gold,
And all its splendour is waiting for me.

Often in my heart, so deep is a yearning,
A longing for Heaven’s bright distant shore.
The hand of time so swift in its turning,
Will stop in its circle and move for me no more.

Then I will go, happy in the leaving
The ties of this earth no longer will bind.
A mansion in Glory, the reward of believing,
And the cares of this world left far behind.

The blood of Jesus, the fuel for my flying,
The fare of my flight bought at great price.
He paid for it all in His suffering and dying,
And purchase was complete when He did arise.

I am but a pilgrim and stranger on this earth,
Aimless and restless its paths I will roam.
It may know me now this place of my birth,
But Heaven is waiting and I am going home.

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