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I know you’re going to miss me; my laughter in the room. My over-strong patchouli on Sabbath afternoon. My home-made gifts and riddle-bits. My pictures of the bloom.

But I’ve got joy to trade you, for the lonely you might feel. I may go before you, but I got the better deal.

I’m headed to my dream house. Yonder up the sky. And all the pain and worries pass as angels flutter by.

I’ve got a room in a golden city. A lion by my bed. Light will be my clothing. A crown upon my head!

I realize I’m not worthy but the Lambs blood was shed. Wrath poured out for all my doubt and this is where I’m lead.

I’ve got songs in all my fingers and beauty fills my eyes. Forgotten’s all the dirty, the ugly and the lies. Everyday is worship under every day blue skies.

Teachers called me funny, maybe a little weird. They knew I wasn't from here, its something they had feared. He drew me with His fingers, chose my DNA, He made me something special, something not to stay.

Now I’m writing all my music with instruments of Gold, sitting down for stories with the greatest men of old. I’m dancing in the forrest with a thousand butterflies, swimming in the ceiling of the bluest midnight skies.

So put down your sad. My broken heart won’t roam. I see the face Jesus, I am finally whole, I am finally home.