GOIN' HOME
by Kristine Stanton © 2025"For my life is full of troubles,
and death draws near."
(Psalm 88:3, NLT)
My bags are packed — I'm goin' Home —
the good LORD's called me there.
My days of smokin' are now done —
I have no more to spare.
I've got some baggage — heavy loads
I've carried far too long.
And now it's time to give them up —
I am no longer strong.
I've grown so weak — cried many tears
and see the LORD's cried too.
His tears from Heaven fall on me
not one — not two — a few.
And as I look up toward the sky,
where I will soon be Home,
I thank and praise Almighty God
that I'll no longer roam.
The good LORD told me He's prepared
a special place for me,
where I will dwell forevermore —
with Him, eternally.
So, now I wait for Him to come
and bring me Home with Him,
where I'll be clothed in white linen
and washed of all my sins.
