I'd rather be home in Heaven
Than here on this earth below;
Not stumbling along dark pathways,
But walking on streets of gold.
O, to be singing His praises
In a heavenly home up above;
Rejoicing with saints and angels
In a city filled with His love.
I long to be dwelling in glory,
Redeemed, with face all aglow;
Abiding and resting with Jesus,
Content as a lamb in the fold.
Yes, I'd rather be home in Heaven
Than any place else that I know;
O, to be walking with Jesus
Down shimmering streets of gold.
©1992 J M McIntosh
Now, therefore, you are no longer strangers
and foreigners, but fellow citizens with the
saints and members of the household of God.