Bound for Home

 

 

We are bound for our home, we are aliens here, but we know the place that has been prepared

 

 

We are bound for home where the saints may taste the fruits of  the labors the world deemed a waste

 

 

And all pales beside the glory bright that is there in the presence of the Lord of Light

 

 

We are bound for our hope, for our refuge place,where we ever shall dwell when we end our race

 

 

For the mark of the upward calling is our prize- it shall be the reward of the pure and wise

 

 

So our hope is strong and our faith is clear- our eyes are focussed and with listening ear

 

We await the day of our Lord's return when he'll call us to the home for which our spirits yearn.

Copyright 1993 Anthony Foster