Finally Home

by Joye Atkinson
(Gallatin TN USA)

As my uncle lay dying in his nursing home bed
He didn't understand the words people said
For so many years his body declined
And Alzheimers disease had clouded his mind
Just a few days before he died
The Lord Himself came and sat at his side
He said to him gently in a voice soft and low
It's almost time for you to go
Come live in the presence of My Father and Me
There are so many things I want you to see
Your mansion is ready for you to move in
I started to build it when I cleansed all your sins
I can't wait to hold you close to My breast
In My strong arms I want you to rest
Then I will walk with you on streets made of gold
And there you will meet the great saints of old
Then you will meet your family and friends
Where you'll all live forever where joy never ends
So hold on My child no more must you roam
I'm coming to get you and welcome you home!

In Loving Memory of My Uncle Roland F. Geddings