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