| In My
Father's Home by Barbara Philbrook In my
Father's home there is plenty of room for me, After His
death Jesus went there to reside, A mansion
in which we will forever live, Never
again to know sadness nor pain, No more
tears due to loosing a loved one to ill health, Having all
of the abilities we once wished we'd possessed, Sharing
each day with others who too love the Lord, In my
Father's home there will be such love and ecstasy, |