Welcome Home

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
(Alberta, Canada)

"Welcome, my child, I'm glad you are here,

Where there is no sorrow, worry or fear,
Now open the gift I have given to you,
A life of abundance, accepted by few."

The gates were swung open, and that which I saw,
Both kept me in silence, and left me in awe,
The City of God, with its streets of pure gold,
The Lord's Holy City, as scripture foretold.

Another voice spoke, saying, "This is God's home,
You'll live here forever, no longer to roam,
For God's with His people, and with them He'll dwell,
To give life eternal, abundant and well."

I saw a great river, like crystal so clear,
I walked to the river, and as I got near,
I saw that it flowed from the throne-room of God,
I looked on His face, and again I was awed.

"Welcome, my child, I'm glad you are here,
Where there is no sorrow, worry or fear,
You'll have no more sickness, crying or pain,
Your sins have been washed by my Son's crimson stain."

I fell on my knees and cried like a child,
He lifted me up as He gave me a smile,
I knew I was loved and life's bonds I had flown,
For I was in Heaven; I found my way home.

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