HILLS OF HOME
yon hills are filled with sunlight, and the green leaves paled to gold,
the smoking mists of Autumn hanging faintly o'er the wold;
dream of hills of other days whose sides I loved to roam
Spring was dancing through the lanes of those distant hills of home.
The winds of
heaven gathered there as pure and cold as dew;
and wild violets along the hedgerows grew,
blossom on the pear-trees was as white as flakes of foam
the orchard 'neath the shadow of those distant hills of home.
first white frost in the meadow will be shining there today
the furrowed upland glinting warm beside the woodland way;
a bright face and a clear hearth will be waiting when I come,
my heart is throbbing wildly for those distant hills of home.
The Bible believer, the Christian warrior, is always far from home. Our Master
was "at home" with those he loved and ministered to, but he had no home
of his own. His eternal abode was at the right hand of God the Father, and we
have no idea how it felt for the Son of God to be far from home in the divine
8:20 And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air
have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.
13:13 Let us go forth therefore unto him without the camp, bearing his reproach.
14 For here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come.
14:2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told
you. I go to prepare a place for you.
3 And if I go and prepare a place for
you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye
may be also.
next stop is death, and then-- with the Lord and home forever. Let us not spend
too much time longing for past pleasant places.
world's most heart rending war song:
Stewart- A SCOTTISH SOLDIER
are no sadder songs than war songs sung far from home. For the Bible believer,
lonely and aged, battered by the warfare with principalities and powers and spiritual
wickedness, there IS a way home. How thankful we should be that we can sing of
going Home to be with our Lord. Much as I love the Hill Country of Texas, this
is not my last stop, and, as time passes, I find that I think more and more about
the green hills, the River of Life, the glassy sea, and much more which is waiting
my over yonder.
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