WHEN I GET HOME!
Turn the lights on in my mansion.
It won’t be long and I’ll be home.
Tell the Angels to get ready to sing that joyous song.
All my Loved will gather around me,
Yes they will miss me, but they’ll have to understand.
They will have to wait ‘Cause I have other plans.’
When I get home.
When I get home, I’m running to His Throne.
I’m gonna bow down at His nailed scarred feet, and praise the Great I am.
I’m gonna thank the Father for His mercy, for saving a soul
like me.
Then I’m gonna dance and sing down the streets of Gold.
When He says to me: “Child, You’re Welcome home!”
By: Christine Carter Williamson
Written October 2012
April 21, 1971 - February 4, 2013
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This made me cry! Incredibly beautiful and such amazing faith. I have alot of health issues and sometimes I feel the same. I long for home. An AWESOME poem!
Many blessings,
Linda+
May God fill her husband and family with comforting peace, that they may wait patiently for the time when they'll see her again; and carry on her legacy of love while they're here on earth.
Connie
As much as it is sad for her husband and family that she has passed on, it is good news for the saints who were waiting to welcome her home! Sound the trump and shake that tambourine! Hallelujah!
Won't belong till the Master comes to gather the rest of His fold, once and for all.. praise the LORD o' my soul, to be counted in that number! :)))
As always, what a loving soul you are, my Bubba, to bring us the genuine beauty of a soul and a life - though short - well-lived.
GOD BLESS YOU! I know you are a great comfort to those who are suffering.
Love you, Sis
Ron
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