A faithful cry - Just God and His Home is all I hope with.

A faithful cry -

What hope is that I'm left with?

Counting my days to reach my home.

My Father awaits my return.

As a warrior who fought his fight faithfully.

I reach Him with fear and gladness.

At His throne I surrender as a Knight.

Fulfilling what I was commanded with.

With His mighty hand and His strength.

The Lord is my fortress and stronghold, where my soul rest in peace.

Just God and His Home is all I hope with.

As a Season followed by a Season,

Autumn followed the Spring.

Day dosen't wait for Night sky,

They just follow their time.

Time doesn't wait to keep me strengthen,

It just rolls on till I need to rest.

Lord, help me to count my days,

As I approach Your Throne of Grace.

There is nobody for anybody, is the truth to look at,

Just God and His Home is all I hope with.

Parents, Relatives, Family and Friends,

So close for a while to leave at sometime.

Riches, Strength, Men and Power are there to rely on?

But everything is just in vain.

One who made us out of mud,

and breathe into our nostrils is the One we are all left with.

This is the truth I just look at,

Just God and His Home is all I hope with.