Sometimes I grow homesick for Heaven
How true are the words of the song.
When I think of when loved one’s who’ve gone there.
The time of our parting grows long.
Father, brother and Sister,
Have all passed to that wonderful clime
With many dear friends whom we’ve known here.
We hope we shall meet them sometime.
When our thoughts so often turn heavenward.
And our minds on that city does dwell
We long for the time we shall meet them
Where we’ll never more say farewell.
Jesus has gone to prepare us all mansions
We read in His beautiful word
And if our hearts are cleansed and made Holy
We shall dwell with Christ Jesus our Lord.
– by Calista Gregg Jones