The Home You Built For Me

Please Dear Lord, I ask of thee,
Please finish the home you make for me.
For I hurt Dear Lord, my body is week,
Now your loving arms I seek.
By your side I'll always stand,
Here my Lord, please take my hand.
Please lead me to the promised land.
For when my eyes close in final rest,
I'll know Dear Lord, I've done my best.
Oh listen closely, do you not hear,
The Angels voices so sweet and clear.
I feel the warmth of your light,
I see the Angels through out the night.
And now my homes come into sight.
Thank you Lord for giving me life.  

Dedicated to my late Grandfather.

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