Home is not a place on earth,
Of wood or brick or stone;
For I've gone on to better things,
Now Heaven is my home.

Don't listen for my footsteps,
To fall across your floor;
Don't grieve for me forever,
Or wait to see me at your door.

Take comfort in my memory,
And you'll never be alone;
For I am so much richer,
Now that Heaven is my home.

Don't listen now to hear my voice,
Or look here for my face;
For I have a home of perfect peace,
And I'm now there in that place.

As long as you remember me,
You'll never be alone;
I will be here waiting for you,
Now Heaven is my home.

Allison Chambers Coxsey, © 1996 
Used with permission.