Buddy Comfort: Music - Listen

I was feeling sadly about the state of the world, this earth plane illusion and started to think about what would it look like for my spirit, my being to truly feel at home here.

Coming Home

When clear rivers all run freely
When the air is clean
When old forests clothe the earth in green.

When the birdsong wakes each morning
Every heart that’s near
When all humans hold the earth as dear.

I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’ home.

When the angels sing in choirs
With the voice of man
When our children manifest God’s plan.

When our children’s hearts are lightened
From their burdens now endured
When the healing form has endured.

I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’ home.

When all nations come together
Without or poverty
When the human soul can be free.

When at last all is forgiven
In each human heart
When pursuit of peace becomes an art.

I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’ home.

When compassion sails the ethers
On the wings of grace.
And great blessings shine from every face.

When love’s fire fills the hearthstones
Of all families
When sweet music whispers on the breeze.

I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’, I’ll be comin’ home.