Blessed Homeland

Heaven Bound
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​where He is-in heaven.
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In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. John 14:2-3

​Heaven is the Father’s house, where we shall be young again, the ideal home life here revived and sanctified, where friend will meet with friend, where the many mansions will extend their ample hospitality to people of every kindred and tongue and nation; yet even this is not the chief feature of that life to come. Its chief feature is the fellowship not of friend with friend, but of all with Christ—“That where I am, there ye may be also.” The Father’s house is not a perfect place to Christ until He gathers into its mansions all those for whom He died. Not until He has His loved ones beside Him where He is, and has made them what He is, will He be satisfied. That is heaven,—to be with Christ, to see Him as He is, to be as He is. “Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be; but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.”

​Blessed Homeland
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Gliding o'er life's fitful waters,
Heavy surges sometimes roll;
And we sigh for yonder haven,
For the homeland of the soul.

Blessed homeland, ever fair!
Sin can never enter there;
But the soul, to life awaking,
Everlasting bloom shall wear.

Oft we catch a faint reflection,
Of its bright and vernal hills;
And, though distant, how we hail it!
How each heart with rapture thrills!

To our Father, and our Savior,
To the Spirit, Three in One,
We shall sing glad songs of triumph
When our harvest work is done.

'Tis the weary pilgrim's homeland,
Where each throbbing care shall cease,
And our longings and our yearnings,
Like a wave, be hushed to peace.
—Fanny Crosby

Sweet Beulah Land- Squire Parsons

I Long...
by Clinton Herring © 2021
https://www.amazon.com/Glimpse-God-Poetic-Insights-ebook/dp/B07PGFHKB4

I long to be home, away from strife,
I long to be in the court of the King,
Clothed in joy, new birth, new life!
Hearing the songs celestial choirs sing!

I long, yes now, for the life to come.
I long to stroll on streets of gold!
This world behind, soon far away from,
As in Your word, it is foretold.

I long to stand with saints forgone,
I long to see Your face, my Lord.
Your love on us shall ever dawn.
My life renewed, yes fully restored!

I long to hear Your gentle voice.
I long to be in your presence now!
My spirit thrilled as I rejoice!
Joyfully, humbly forever I'll bow!

I long for Heaven, a place of peace.
I long for Heaven, my true home,
where anger, rage and hatred cease.
I'll be at rest in my Lord's "Shalom".

Philippians 1:23b ...I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far...