There is a place

There is a place called home,
where no pain of loss is felt of its own,
A place where I may rest my head
A place where my days in His Glory, this is where I am led.

A place where there is no need of things
for this is a place, a Heavenly place for His Kings.

A place that I have only seen in visions and in dreams,
A place of peace and of love that
surrounds all about.

A place where Your Love abides from within and without,
A place where there is no more war.

A place prepared for vessels of clay, of gold and of silver, of fine stones.
A place that is built of Gold, where the floors are of Crystal and the skylights are of stars to make the light.

A place with 12 golden Gates each set with lively stones,
that honor those who laid down there lives
that we should have Your Holy Will,

A place where none are ever bored
A City of gold that takes your speech away.
Arrayed.

Your Holy Angles sing and give Glory
To your Holy Name, never ceasing, night and day; they sing Praise to the King of Judah,
The Lamb of God.

A place of safety and out of harms way,
A place to rejoin those whom left me on earth
until this day, Ahhhhhh, Lord this place is to
wonderful for my soul, I cannot contain the things
that I see, nor shall I speak of them to those who will not kneel, In this place, all knees shall bow, these are the ones who have found there ways home, home sweet home,

A prepared place, that’s what you said,
of Peace and Joy and Love each day spent,
Peace, Joy, Love, Hope for tomorrow.

When I have fore filled all that You have gave me to do, When its all said and done,
I will fly high, I will fly home to You,
I will behold Your Face, and with a soft kiss,
I will dare to kiss you on your cheek,
I will hold on to you with all of my spirit,
I will sing praise to you for keeping your Promise.
I will fly with Your beneath upon my wings,
I will dance before You as you sit on
your Throne before the Father with
gladness in my heart.

In His Grace, I will lay me down, and
reflect on how You smiled, as you were pleased.
Pain will no longer keep me bound to in this
earthen place of hurt. But now I will be free as the air that You breaths, A mighty blast from your nostrils will guide me to a higher height.

Breath Oh Lord, the breath of Life into me
that I may return that which was bestowed,
Let me walk with David, and Daniel and Moses of such
Let me here the Words of Wisdom as taught by my King Jesus. Let me sit at your table that is set in grand order eating with Kings and Queens from
faraway lands. Dressed in costly attire hand pick by You all who attend are washed in your Precious Blood, made white as snow for the sin that once held them is no more but dew, a mist that is twice removed never to speak again.

And Jesus, after this day, I will lay me down to sleep
and You my Lord Jesus will tuck me into a bed
in the mansion that You made just for me,
Oh Bless you Name Jesus, Let your humble servant kiss Your once nailed feet, let my tears fall upon them, let my hair dry them. For this is the place that I have seen, my home, sweet home;

I am Heaven bound. For there is a place, A place where I am led.

~HOME SWEET HOME~
written from my heart

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