This world
is not my home I'm just a passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Carl Smith
“You laid
earth’s foundations a long time ago, and handcrafted the very heavens; you’ll
still be around when they’re long gone, threadbare and discarded like an old
suit of clothes. You’ll throw them away like a worn-out coat, but year after
year you’re as good as new. Your servants’ children will have a good place to
live and their children will be at home
with you.””
Psalm 102
20 comments:
beautiful, also perfect. that angel tombstone is so beautiful.
Lovely! Enjoy your Saturday
Very inspiring words and post.
Very touching Ginny!
Ginny, it is rocks to hold it down.
simply beautiful
Gorgeous post today, my friend...
Hugs,
Betsy
Ginny, Your photo captures so beautifully the tranquility and security of the "new" home God has prepared for his children.
A lovely Psalm. Life goes on even when our memory is gone. But, we look forward to our home in Heaven....Such splendor! And we would all be clambering to get there if we could. Happy Christmas Blessings you you and yours Ginny,
What a beautiful and comforting post Ginny.
A hope that is awaiting for us all..
Very touching post Ginny.
Greetings,
Filip
Your words help lift this heavy heart. I hope that some can be found to solace the parents of the children who were lost on Friday. Hugs and blessings...Mary
Beautiful thoughts Ginny.
Beautiful Ginny...
They just got there ahead of us. Very nice Ginny.
Beautiful, Ginny. Thank you...
Beautiful, Ginny, thank you so much.
Beautiful words, Ginny. Thank you for sharing them.
Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you - If Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do?
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