Georgia, Come Home

Come home, Georgia, come home
You who are weary, come home
No more worries about this old world
Just let go, Georgia, come home

Jesus is waiting in the Shining City
Where there is no more suffering
Where there is no more pain
He took it all away

Come home, Georgia, come home
You who are weary, come home
No more worries about this old world
Just let go, Georgia, come home

Jesus is waiting to see you through--
Look, there's the place He prepared for you!
No need to worry, no need to fear--
He wipes away your tears

Come home, Georgia, come home
You who are weary, come home
No more worries about this old world
Just let go, Georgia, come home

Jesus is waiting in the Shining City
Where there is no more suffering
Where there is no more pain
He took it all away

Fly away

        I'll fly away, oh Glory, I'll fly away
       When I die, hallelujah by and by
       I'll fly away...
 

for Georgia Cordle,
my sweet, Christian mother-in-law--
passed away on Thursday May 8, 2008

...written in her home in Russell's Point, Ohio.

--bro. tim pickl
Saturday May 10, 2008 A.D.

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