On Our Way Home

 

 

We’re on our way home

There’s no turning back,

From the moment we’re born

That is the hard fact.

 

From the new born babe

When it draws its first breath

Life’s journey is begun

On its way to death.

 

Birth is the beginning

And that’s when we rejoice

But sooner or later will be

The grim reaper’s voice.

 

The victim won’t hear it

Since he would be already gone

But regarding them that remain,

They would be forewarned.

 

We’re on our way home

From the moment we’re born,

Call me morbid if you must

But this is the norm.

 

“Born to die” says the epitaph

Inscribed on a tombstone

Verifying the fact

We are on our way home.

 

This may sound purposeless

But it need not be so

If the Christ I have come to know

You also know.

 

It must not be an obsession

But we should be aware

And for that eventual homegoing

We ought to be prepared.

 

To live without Christ

Means the worst death to die,

This may sound paradoxical

But let me explain why.

 

Without Christ we are dead

In our trespasses and sin

And so, we die without hope

If we never come to him.

 

Philippians 1:21

 

However, if while I live,

In my heart, the Lord Christ reigns,

Then “for to me to live is Christ,

And to die is gain.”

 

So, I do not fear my homegoing

As much as I did before

For in Christ I now live

And my election is sure.

 

Positively respond to his call

If you hear him today,

Right now, he may be calling you,

Please don’t turn him away!

 

You are on your way home

And there’s no turning back,

From the moment you were born

That was the hard fact.

 

Stewart Russell © July 28, 2021