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Every sunrise I wonder will I hear the trumpet blast?
Every sunset I think maybe tomorrow He’ll return at last?
There’s no need for me to hastily pack,
Or a run to the store for what I lack.
Oh, home, where God is, where I long to be.
O home, I’m set to sail there across this sea.
Sunrise, sunset, every hour in-between,
I live for God and pray I will soon have seen,
A New Earth and a New Jerusalem have come down,
True peace and love can at last be found.
Come quickly Lord, I earnestly plea,
I’m homesick with You to finally be.
                     d.f.a.v. 7/16/15
—Donna