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"I'm kind of homesick for a country
To which I've never been before
No sad goodbyes will there be spoken
For time won't matter anymore

Beulah Land, I'm longing for you
And some day on thee I'll stand
There my home shall be eternal
Beulah Land - Sweet Beulah Land

I'm looking now across the river
Where my faith will end in sight
There's just a few more days to labor
Then I will take my heavenly flight"

"I'm kind of homesick" and I'm in between here and there.
in the middle of being here, standing here and getting there

Time is of the essence. That's what they say.
but it "won't matter anymore" once I get there.

My search lasts for days, months, miles. That road - it is long, it is weary, but "on thee I'll stand."
My legs are tired and my journey isn't over. My vision is blurry and there are times, there are moments when I can see the light - the start and finish of another day - but I know this is not my end.

If I can get back to that Sweet Beulah Land, I'll stay there forever. "I'm longing for you"
Travel by faith and not by sight. Map your way with your eyes closed.

"There's just a few more days to labor"

I'll make it back home.