Funny how, in reality, we were all born in heaven but have never been there.
I'm homesick for a country to which I've never been before, in papaw Don's words.
I'll continue to wait and cast my eyes to Canaans' fair and happy land from Jordan's stormy banks.
As it is said, as the deer panteth for the water, longeth after you.
Some glad morning, when the saints go marching in, I'll make it to sweet Beulah land.
