I've roamed the streets for many days —
I'm tired and need rest.
I have no home — no mom — no dad —
I'm hungry and distressed.
My clothes are torn — I have no shoes —
my hair's not washed nor brushed.
I'm all alone in this vast world —
I'm scared and feeling crushed.
Bewildered is my state of mind —
perplexed with what to do.
Where do I go — where will I live —
I pray for a breakthrough.
And while I ponder my future,
I close my eyes and sleep.
I dream I am in Paradise —
no longer do I weep.
I feel God's peace embracing me —
His mercy fills my heart.
I'm cleansed — I'm washed from head to toe,
and given a fresh start.
I'm dressed in clothing with no tears,
and I am given wings.
With jubilance, I soar the skies
and I begin to sing.
The melody comes from within
and others sing along.
I feel lighthearted and content —
I feel like I belong.
And as I bask in this freedom
I notice a bright Light.
Its beauty is beyond all words —
perfection — sheer delight.
I hear a voice that calls my name —
it whispers to my heart.
It is the voice of my sweet LORD —
kind words He does impart.
He welcomes me to Paradise —
to Heaven — now my HOME.
No longer do I feel alone,
nor feel a need to roam.