Going Home


Going Home

Some will say “She died”
Others, “She passed away”
I say I’m going home.
Yes, the flesh will die
But the Spirit never will.
Home is where I began
With God.
The Real Me is returning
To the Source
of all Love, peace and joy.
How do I know this?
Because the inner Voice
Tells me it is true.
And I believe it.

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