Australia Day

Of course the grass always seems greener on the other side.

Personally, I like our thin bladed dried up grass. This is a land of supported freedom, genuine compassion and of no pretenses. It is rich and bubbling with potential and opportunity. It is always silly but accepts no nonsense. Maybe one day it will be my home.

Having said that, there is one thing I'm really looking forward to that has nothing to do with Australia:

There is a blessed home, Beyond this land of woe
Where trials never come, Nor tears of sorrow flow
Where faith is lost in sight, And patient hope is crowned
And everlasting light, Its glory throws around.

There is a land of peace, Good angels know it well
Glad songs that never cease, Within its portals swell
Around its glorious throne, Ten thousand saints adore
Christ, with the Father One, And Spirit, evermore.

Henry W. Baker