Dear Sir,
My Dad wrote a song some years ago, that has been a great comfort to many, and I want to share the words with you.
If you would like to hear it, i'd be glad to send you a Tape or CD if you desire one.
"I'm kind of homesick for a country
to which, I've never been before.
No sad goodbyes will there be spoken,
for time won't matter anymore.
Beulah-land, I'm longing for you.
And someday, on thee I'll stand.
There my home shall be eternal.
Beulah-land, Sweet Beulah-land.
I'm looking now accross the river
to where my faith shall end in sight.
There's just a few more days to labor,
then I'll take my heavenly flight.
Beulah-land, I'm longing for you.
And someday, on thee I'll stand.
There my home shall be eternal.
Beulah-land, Sweet Beulah-land."
King David said this when his Precious Son went out into eternity "He cannot come to me, but I can go to him."
I am glad that through Christ, there's another meeting place.
Praying for you,
sp