I can still see that porch light. I’m a ten-year-old kid walking home in the cold and dark and that old lightbulb is beckoning me home. Moving past that storm door, I find the warmth of a wood fire, the smell of mother’s cooking, and family that loves me in spite of my many faults.
That was a long time ago and I’ve had many places I’ve called home since then.
Jamey Johnson sings a spiritual song that resonates with my frame of mind now on many occasions.
I have seen my last tomorrow
I am holding my last breath
Goodbye, sweet world of sorrow
My new life, begins with death
I am standing on the mountain
I can hear the angels songs
I am reaching over Jordon
Take my hand, Lord lead me home
All my burdens, are behind me
I have prayed, my final prayer
Don’t you cry, over my body
Cause that ain’t me, lying there
No, I am standing on the mountain
I can hear the angels songs
I am reaching over Jordon
Take my hand, Lord lead me home
I am standing (Lord, I am standing) on the mountain (on the mountain)
I can hear (I can hear the angels songs) the angels songs
I am reaching over Jordon, (over Jordon)
Take my hand, Lord lead me home
Take my hand, Lord lead me home
Hebrews 11:13-14
These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. For those who say such things declare plainly that they seek a homeland.
Home, give it some thought.
Gary