Beneath the Spin * Eric L. Wattree
WHITNEY HOUSTON
HOMEWARD BOUND
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Open your arms, Dear Lord!
On this sacred day,
for your battered young angel
is well on her way.
On this sacred day,
for your battered young angel
is well on her way.
She carried out your mission,
and now that she's done,
she's on her way home,
for the rest she has won.
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She was celebrated, honored,
then criticized,
as she carried out your mission
to open our eyes.
She was born to suffer,
this great lady of song,
to deliver your message
of how life can go wrong.
and now that she's done,
she's on her way home,
for the rest she has won.
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She was celebrated, honored,
then criticized,
as she carried out your mission
to open our eyes.
She was born to suffer,
this great lady of song,
to deliver your message
of how life can go wrong.
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She said, "I’m every woman,
it’s all in me,"
A message to all who are challenged,
yet,
too blind to see.
She said, "I’m every woman,
it’s all in me,"
A message to all who are challenged,
yet,
too blind to see.
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Then,
Like nothing we’d ever
seen before,
She made her departure
for Heaven’s door.
With the rich and the famous
all gathered around,
her chariot arrived,
and she was homeward bound.
Then,
Like nothing we’d ever
seen before,
She made her departure
for Heaven’s door.
With the rich and the famous
all gathered around,
her chariot arrived,
and she was homeward bound.
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Dressed like a princess,
all in white;
Her beauty aglow
on this sacred night.
Young and vibrant,
All sickness now gone;
No more
Suffering or pain,
As she rose to move on.
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Dressed like a princess,
all in white;
Her beauty aglow
on this sacred night.
Young and vibrant,
All sickness now gone;
No more
Suffering or pain,
As she rose to move on.
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Her chariot was swift,
with six
beautiful white horses,
and
the thunder roared
as her chariot departed.
With one final glance
at the ones that she loved,
she was whisked
through the clouds
to her new home above.
with six
beautiful white horses,
and
the thunder roared
as her chariot departed.
With one final glance
at the ones that she loved,
she was whisked
through the clouds
to her new home above.
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We’ll miss
her warm smile,
In our own selfish way,
but you’re sweet baby girl
will be back home today.
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Thank you, Whitney
And We'll Always Love You
Eric L. Wattree
Religious bigotry: It's not that I hate everyone who doesn't look, think, and act like me - it's just that God does.
