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HomeIt is a wondrous place often thought about Filled with pure grace and love Angels are heard rejoicing For the souls that Were sent Above. The Prince of Peace greets them with a smile Holding out His nail-pierced hand Walking with them all the while Knowing that they Understand. Brothers and sisters joined together, side by side Wandering in clouded mist, above this earth and sky Serene light surrounds where they abide Speechless, at the attempt to draw in Their next sigh. Risen, for this day where believers spiritedly roam In true faith they walk now glorified To a perfect place they will call Forevermore Home. Julie Pisacane © 2006 2 Corinthians 5:1,2 1 For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. 2 For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven: Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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