Poetry From The Heart by Barbara Ann Smith

Going Home

I cast my eyes toward Heaven:
sit and wait for You to call
to touch the face no one's ever seen
to feel the warmth of Your flesh
to listen to the sound of Your voice
to sit by Your side
feeling secure and loved
knowing I've made it to Your mansion.


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