To roam with spirit feet through realms above,
Where all receive our heavenly Father’s smile,
And bask within the sunlight of His love.
A perfect “home not made with hands” is there,
But built by loving words and kindly deeds;
A heavenly heritage of beauty, where
The spirit finds each attribute it needs;
And friendly faces throng the open door,
With hands out-stretched in welcome to the soul
Who turns in gladness from the earthly shore,