On My Way Home

Every day when I was working, I left work and I went home, sometimes tired and sometimes weary, sometimes feeling all alone. In my anguish and my languish o'er the problems of that day, I felt better as I made my way back home. Every day while I was able, I worked in the mission field. I knew that night would one day come, and I would have to go away. I can feel my time approaching. Soon Jesus will call my name. I'll be on my way to my eternal home. I'll be finished and my work here will be done.