MY FATHER’S HOUSE by Barbara Skelton From every corner of Your world, Men and women who have heard The glorious news of sins forgiven; Look for their new home in heaven. Rich beyond their wildest dreams, Golden streets and jewels gleam Father’s house has room to spare, Palaces for us to share. Share with friends we’ve known for years, Share with joy and no more tears; Share with saints who’ve gone before, Share with tens of millions more. No more clothed for earthly toil, Wedding garments, grand and royal; The Sun of righteousness shines down, Gleaming on our wedding gown. No scorching heat, no cold of night, No deadly wars for men to fight; No sickness, sorrow, toil or fear, No more tempter drawing near. But healing leaves grow on the trees, Love is blown on every breeze, Contentment, unity and praise, Righteousness in all our ways. Just in case we lose our way, Forget that we must watch and pray; Father leaves the light turned on, And shows the way in His dear Son.