Oh, our hearts are filled with joy
For our master’s coming soon.
It may be in the morning,
Tonight or today at noon.

He left us with a promise
That we all are sure is true.
His time and ours are different
But we know that he is due.

We’ll no longer need the sun
For our master brings the light.
Then the gate will be opened
With awe inspiring might.

All hunger will be banished,
We will feast there by his seat.
His voice the sound of music
As we worship at his feet.

Forgiven indiscretions
We in our youth committed,
With love he has forgotten
And we will be admitted.

With so much unmeasured love,
He’s prepared for us a place.
There’ll be joy we can’t control
When we gaze upon his face.

And now the master’s coming.
Hear his trumpet fill the air?
All worries are forgotten,
He’s erased our every care.

Harry’s wife says, “Must you honk
Every time we’ve been away?
It irritates the neighbors…
You should hear what they all say.”

“When you honk your horn like that,
Your dogs raise an awful din.
Hurry! Open up the door!
Let your stupid mutts come in!”


Don’t get upset with me like Ruth did, at least not until you’ve read the reasoning behind Homecoming.

All too often we attempt to apply human values to God’s plan for mankind. We insignificant humans can no more comprehend the thoughts and mind of God, then can the pets in this poem comprehend the daily activities of their master. If we approach our concept of God with this fact in mind, we will see how wrong it is for us to demand answers to every one of Gods mysteries.

Someone once said that humans are as ants in the sight of God. I know that God loves us more than I love ants but the comparison probably gives humans the benefit of the doubt. The whole point that I want to make, in Homecoming, is that it would be just as futile for God to try and explain His actions to us, as it would be for us to try to explain our actions to our pets.

Ruth’s poodle thinks that I am God and I’m not going to tell her any different.


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