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| How Are Things at Home?"
Summer's almost over, how time slips away. Seasons arent the same without you here. And I know you're up in Heaven, but I miss you anyway, And I guess I'm doin' fine, I've learned to take it day by day, But I can't help but wonder, ever since you went away;.... How are things at Home? Is it all your heart dreamed it would be? With more than simple faith that you believed, Is it bright and fair? Does the sound of children fill the air? And no one there is hurting, or afraid? Oh , how much I wonder, wonder: How are things at Home? They say the mercy river flows beyond the shining sea, Fashioned by the very hand of God. And they say that death can never live inside the city walls, Sorrow is a stranger, and no teardrop ever falls. But more and more, my heart can't wait To come to where you are. How are things at Home? Is it all your heart dreamed it would be? With more than simple faith that you believed, Is it bright and fair? Does the sound of children fill the air? No one there is hurting, or alone? Oh how much I wonder; wonder how are things at Home. Oh how much I wonder; wonder. How are things at Home?" Janet Pascal |
