"Home"

When I crossed the Red, it’s then I said,

I’m at home at last,

In Texas’ heart, a brand-new start,

Where lives the cowboy past.

I heard the call, so clearly y’all,

That even dull old me,

Could not miss, when God gave this,

It all was here, you see.

That special one, I was not done,

She was God’s great gift,

And on our place we seek His face,

Our hearts and hands we lift,

For country life that’s free of strife,

At sundown livestock feed,

And day by day, come what may,

He meets our every need.

We see the rise, of God’s surprise,

The cowboy way we live,

Outside our door, we see much more,

Of what He plans to give.

And in the end, heaven begins,

And when we say good-bye,

To tears we’ve cried, and days we’ve sighed,

Flown far beyond the sky.

But to tell it true, ‘tween me and you,

This Texas it comes close,

How glad to be, here don’t you see,

The Good Lord only knows.

“Do not let your heart be troubled; believe in God, believe also in Me. in My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. If I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also.” (John 14:1-3, NAS)

Jesus’ words of comfort pointed the disciples to life beyond this life. As wonderful as our earthly homes may be, our permanent home is infinitely and eternally better. That place is being prepared by Jesus for those who believe in Him. He will bring us into that place when we die or when He returns, whichever comes first. Everything that happens on this side of death points and prepares us for the next. Let not your heart be troubled.

Lord, help us take comfort from knowing our heavenly home is secured by You, in Jesus’ name.

Art by Tim Cox, used by permission. Thanks, Tim, and God bless you.