Like a yacht with its sails

up so high,

catching the wind

that moves thru’ the sky.

So in my life

with wings of prayer,

Reaching to my heavenly Father

in heaven up there.

As He bends low

my prayer He has heard,

He answers with love

that is so precious and pure.

How my heart aches

and groans within,

To be clothed from on high

and to be home with Him.

O what a hope

Is before us each day,

as we read in His word

the things He would say.

He speaks to our heart

in gentleness and love,

He’s drawing us by His Spirit

to our home up above.

O glory be to God

To whom all praise is due,

One glorious day Father

I’ll be home with you.

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2 Corinthians 5:2 For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven.