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| When He Takes Me Home Lord, I�ve traveled all around. It seems I just roam And I know there�s no place like Heaven. So, Lord, please take me home. When this life, here on earth, is done And there�s no one left to love, Please send my angel for this one, To be with Thee above. I know there�s all things of beauty there, Which seems to escapes me here. I want to see the tree of life and a white robe wear, And by my Savior be near. I'd like to see Thine own garden of beauty And all You�d have for me to do, By Thine own side enjoy every duty And bow at Thy feet and worship, too. I can almost hear the angels singing With the pure joy of it all, When they see Thee, under Thy wing, Bringing more souls to come to call. � by Pearlie Duncan Walker http://www.soon.org.uk/duncan_walker/index_walker.htm http://christianpoetry.org/Walker.html http://www.angelfire.com/nc2/treasuredthoughts/PoetryPearlie.html http://www.angelfire.com/nc3/remembering/911OneYearLater.html http://www.kavitanjali.com/poets2/wildfern.htm http://sitepalace.com/wildfern http://my.homewithgod.com/wildfern2 write wildfern@attbi for permission to use this poem |