The Trip Home When this life is over and my chores are done I'm gonna live....in the midnight sun Gonna get in a carriage and pedal along Gonna shout with joy all right and no wrong Gonna have all the promises God has made For this day, I've prayed and prayed Will be like a bird with wings Clipped and anew And be at peace and ease in all I do   Don't want anyone to miss the trip home So will pray for now that all will want to go home All in all, we have an awesome place to live But for home on high...Oh what I'd give I feel quite certain I'll be going there Oh not a mess-up would I dare Gonna walk my talk and sing my songs And together we'll all go sailing along With your shining and bright light Oh, what flight Oh, what a wonderful day and night Read my mind and you will find I'm happy and with much peace It's all waiting for my Master' call and release Forget all the losses, the hurt and pains And find a new rainbow in a morning rain Lord, You know I'm wanting to know What You would have me do, before I go Away from humanly nature and Right into heavenly nurture Forgive me each day before the sun goes down So I'll know that real peace I have truly found I love it when it's still and quiet But await each day and look for the son...so bright Gonna leave all I have here on earth Cause no more of this after my rebirth Born again in Your Holy Spirit is so great I know it won't be much longer, I'll have to wait I won't have to worry how I look or feel Not consider any other deals Growing in You, Going with You Praying to You Praising You in all things Accepting life and all it brings Worshipping You and Saying Hallelu..... With roses and flowers and heavenly showers Will not be like me, a broken sparrow But an eagle when I fly and Not like a bent arrow Lord, I love You My heart and soul pines to see and I know You as I leave here and with You I'll go No, not a shadow of a doubt This will be a time to shout and Cry with love and joy in our souls Cause You died for us so We can be whole I'll wait patiently for Your return Oh Jesus, how I yearn Tired of this old body and sin everywhere Want to forget it all...glory and the victory share Ready to move to my home on high This is my dream and my last cry Written By Shirley Updike September 17, 2004 ©2004 All Rights Reserved