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Writer's pictureMike Roberson

Thoughts of Home


This morning as I praise His name, I feel closer to my home. I realize just how short my days, upon this earth to roam.

The worldly me would take me back, lamenting wasted time. But, then His Spirit says look up, there's better days to come.

He says this life is but a glimpse, of what He has for me. And that the deepest loves I've known, will soon seem incomplete.

His Spirit bids me follow, and look forward to my fate. When I'll see Him, and lay my burden down at His Holy feet.

I know the love I have for those He's placed into my life. How could there be much more than love, for family and wife.

I think of all those ones He's loved, through all these many years. His joy for those who've followed, but so many have caused Him tears.

We all were born His children, He must pine for those now gone. Although He knows who'll follow, and who will be left alone.

Oh, how He must rejoice when one more prodigal see's the light. Each victory must lessen the pain of the wounds in His hands, his side.

Lord help me spread my arms out wide, in these last days of my time. And bring a few more with me, when I take my heavenly ride.

Mike Roberson 1/23/18

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