Sometimes I yearn for home sweet home,
Where there's no pain nor tears to dry;
Where love is seen everywhere,
And no one will ever die.

This world abounds in evil,
Everything is done for pay;
If it wasn't for my Savior,
I don't think I could stay.

Oh yes, there are those who are good,
And many who are kind;
But, when I see one hurt another,
It is love that's so hard to find.

The Golden Rule is forgotten,
As men seek fortune and fame;
They forget how they want to be treated,
They forget to treat others the same.

But home sweet home has streets of gold,
There is no pain there in that place;
I will never again shed a tear,
Best of all, I'll see Jesus' face.

Someday soon Jesus will return,
Then evil will have its due;
Jesus has already conquered sin and death,
So all things will be made new.

There will be a new heaven,
A new earth will replace the old;
Evil will be forever banished,
Nothing will be bought or sold.

Only goodness and love will live here,
Only love will be under God's dome;
Then, with God among us all,
Maybe this will be home sweet home.

Sandra S. Oidtman - 2015