When I Come Home To Heaven

When I come home to Heaven
How joyful it will be.
For on that day at last
My risen Lord I'll see.

No greater happiness than
to see Him face to face.
To see the love in His eyes
And feel His warn embrace.

I've done nothing to deserve
That perfect home above.
It was given freely through
The grace of Jesus' love.

Then why should earthly cares
Weigh down upon me so?
They'll be a distant memory
When home at last I go.

--Beth Stuckwisch