P-erfect home in heaven is free from pain and sorrow;
J-ust the peace and gladness, as we all ought to know.
M-an must always think
O-f what heaven can offer;
J-ust obey the Almighty
I-n ninth morn November.
C-all on the Father above to show us the right way;
A-sk Him for forgiveness for the wrong done everyday.
A-ll the things on earth
L-ast only for a limited time;
A-llow our souls to be worthy,
S-tay away from dirt and grime.
A-im for the new earth, let our heart and mind open;
S-eeking the paradise, our perfect home in heaven.
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