Remembering Dad

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Don Wilson McWhorter

June 16, 1946 – Sept 13, 2017

I’m kind of homesick for a country
Where I’ve never been before.
No sad goodbyes will there be spoken
For time won’t matter anymore 

I’m looking now across the river
Where my faith is gonna end in sight.
There’s just a few more days to labor
And then I’ll take my heavenly flight

Beulah Land, I’m longing for you
And, some day, on thee I’ll stand
Where my home shall be eternal
Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land.

I have never dreamed to write an additional stanza to any beloved hymn, much less this dandy written by Squire Parsons. But, shortly after the Lord called my hero home, I was compelled to write my own stanza to this sweet song. I found myself singing Beulah Land so often after Dad’s homegoing. And I still sing it when I call to my heart and mind so many sweet memories of Dad.

But I seemed to want something more than the two stanzas Brother Parsons so graciously gifted to the Church of Jesus Christ. So, with nothing but respect for Brother Parsons, I offer this additional stanza:

Sweet home of God, and all His chosen
Where Jesus’ face shall be our Light.
The Gospel calls us to that city
Where our sin no more we’ll fight!  

Beulah Land, I’m longing for you
And, some day, on thee I’ll stand
Where my home shall be eternal
Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land.