Rejoice with me, for I am going Home!
The gates of heav’n are op’ning up to me.
No more upon this squalid earth I’ll roam;
My Savior’s face I soon shall clearly see.
That Light of Life is brighter than this flame
Which withers up the flesh that was me tent.
His promises ignite such sweet desire
That I to Him contentedly am sent.
I am Your servant, Lord, You are the gain
Sustaining me through death’s apparent loss,
And though I die, in You I shall remain—
So Burn away this last remaining dross!
Life’s consummation commeth when I die.
Release my soul! Into Your arms I’ll fly!
©2004 Jonathan Meyer. All Rights Reserved.