Where Out=stretched Arms are Waiting

Up hill and down hill, around every bend
Sometimes I wonder oh, when will it end?
But the last stretch of highway so gladly I roam
If you’re going my way, well I’m going home

Home where out-stretched arms are waiting
Loving arms to draw me in
Weary-worn and heavy-laden
Matters not where I have been
There awaits my whole wide world
There awaits my little girl
With her golden winsome curl
There awaits my handsome lad
Roguish grin to welcome dad
How it makes my old heart glad
There awaits my resting place
Weary miles simply erase
As I gaze into each face
Matters not, each lonesome mile
Now I’ll rest a little while
In the home of love’s sweet smile
Where out-stretched arms are waiting

Up hill and down hill, around every bend
Sometimes I wonder, oh when will it end?
But down life’s long highway so gladly I roam
If you’re going my way, well I’m going Home

Home, where out-stretched arms are waiting
Loving arms to draw me in
Weary-worn and heavy-laden
It won’t matter where I’ve been
There awaits my life’s reward
In the hands of THE ADORED
There awaits my precious Lord
There awaits the King of kings
Receive my humble offerings
There await immortal wings
There awaits my resting place
As I gaze into His face
He, earth’s memory will erase
Matters not each lonely mile
Now I’ll rest a little while
In the light of Heavens smile
In out-stretched arms, now waiting

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Janet Martin