Come Home 

I read a poem today 
I could hear him say the words 
Like it was dad saying 
He's happy in his home 

Not to weep but be happy 
That he is with Jesus 
Singing in the heavenly choir 
With angel voices so sweet 

He sees the wonders of Jesus 
The healing he has done 
There is no pain in heaven 
Just the joy of being home 

Do not weep for me 
I'm happy where I am 
Streets paved in pure gold 
The sun shines so bright 

Don't weep for me 
Dry you eyes and smile 
I'Will be waiting here 
At heavens gates for you 

When the heavens open up 
Don't hesitate to come 
Heaven is so beautiful 
You won't want to go home 

Take the hand of the angel 
They will lead you to heavens gate 
The angels will be singing 
Come home yea who are weary come home. 

author Betty Pletz (wife)