At times I stand out near the shore, quiet and alone,
And gaze beyond the distant stars and think about my home.
I keep it’s picture in my heart and every now and then
I bring it out to look at it, then tuck it back again.
Those old familiar faces I can’t help but long to see;
The look of joy my Father has as He embraces me.
Such treasure that awaits me there, mere words cannot express.
A place so fair and wonderful, so filled with happiness.
I’ll never find such beauty on this earth wherever I roam.
My heart is where my treasure is; heaven is my home.
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. Matthew 6:21