Homecoming

We start to climb the mountain of the Lord
And find ourselves borne up on eagles’ wings
As saints above point to Him we adore,
And angels’ voices we hear for Him sing.

Those eagles’ wings now rustle with the breath
Of Spirit breathed by Christ, Begotten Son,
Who for us overcame our human death
As for His Father all of us He won.

Rejoicing we meet others on the way
As lighter steps from time to time become,
And brightness of the dawn’s arising rays
Show us the glory that to us will come.

From manger through His Cross and empty tomb,
We journey with Him who brings all us home.