All I seek at the days end after my work and toil.
Is the place that I can call home, my own little piece of soil.
It is this thought that carries me in my travels throughout the day
That home is always waiting no matter how long I am away.
There is the anticipation of the pleasure of coming home.
This is one of the greatest joys that comforts me while I am gone.
What will be there waiting for me when the days journey ends?
There will be the love of my family and all whom I call friends.
Here at last I can find rest being weary from the race,
For I know there is love, joy, and safety in this place.

All I seek at my life’s end after my earthly work and toil.
Is for my soul to be called home when they plant my body in the soil.
It is this thought that carries me, in my travels I have been told.
There is waiting a heavenly home where the streets are paved with gold.
There is the anticipation of the pleasure of coming home.
This is one of the greatest joys and comforts that I have known.
What will be there waiting for me when my life’s journey ends?
There will be the love of God, the saints, and my heavenly friends.
There I will at last find rest from all my troubles and strife.
With God will be great love and joy for all my eternal life.

10/23/2005

Posted on 11/16/2005
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