Poem of the Week: Blessed Homeland by Fanny Crosby

28 December 2012

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Even during the holiday season, we still heave ourselves up on weary elbows and face struggles such as poverty, loss, sorrow, heartbreak, and every other shard of pain brought on by sin. This beautiful poem penned by Fanny Crosby reminds us that though we face troubles in the world, this is not our soul's true homeland. The day will come when we rise from the ashes of misery and sin and are called to His home for eternity.

Blessed Homeland
By Fanny Crosby

Gliding o'er life's fitful waters, 
Heavy surges sometimes roll; 
And we sigh for yonder haven, 
For the homeland of the soul.

Blessed homeland, ever fair! 
Sin can never enter there; 
But the soul, to life awaking, 
Everlasting bloom shall wear.

Oft we catch a faint reflection, 
Of its bright and vernal hills; 
And, though distant, how we hail it! 
How each heart with rapture thrills!

To our Father, and our Savior, 
To the Spirit, Three in One, 
We shall sing glad songs of triumph 
When our harvest work is done.

'Tis the weary pilgrim's homeland, 
Where each throbbing care shall cease, 
And our longings and our yearnings, 
Like a wave, be hushed to peace.

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