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Iíve gone home to see my Father,
Iíve gone home, so donít you cry
Iíll be waiting for you in Heaven,
In my mansion prepared on high.

No more sickness, no more sorrow,
No more pain, and no more grief.
Iíve gone home to be with Jesus
Though my sojourn here was brief.
Iíve gone home to live in Heaven
With all the blessed saints of old,
Here with Abraham and David
To stroll through streets of gold.

But thereís something else more beautiful,
So precious, beyond this crystal sea,
As I wander through realms of glory
I find my Saviour walks with me.
Iíve gone home to be in Heaven
Where thereís no sadness, and no night.
There is joy and peace unending,
In this blissful land of light.

Iíve gone home to be in Heaven,
Though you miss me, and tears abound,
Just keep believing in Godís promises,
And listening for that trumpet sound.
Because one day in Godís timing
When the Lord calls out your name
Look to the skies in awe and wonder
Weíll see each other again.

Written August 1st, 2000.
Gerald Bouey