The Somewhere Land by M. C. Wilcox

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Nov 5, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 43.

The Somewhere Land

By M. C. Wilcox

[In a meeting where the immortality and intangibility of the soul and its shadowy home were set over against conditional immortality and a new heaven and earth, an old man said, "I want to be somebody, and go somewhere, and be somebody when I get somewhere, instead of being nobody, and going nowhere, and being nobody when I get nowhere." God has something better.]

O, there lies not far the Somewhere Land, Beyond earth's cares and tears. By the bow of God are its mountains spanned; By the mind of God are its ages planned; Millenniums are its years.

The flowers fade not in the Somewhere Land; The leaves fade not, nor fall; There is no bent form nor palsied hand, Nor crape on the door, nor mourning band, But life possesses all.

I long for a home in the Somewhere Land, Where love shall hearts imbue; To be somebody in that holy band; To reach that somewhere, and with them stand, With Christ my Lord; don't you?

I am longing to be in that Somewhere Land, More than unmeaning shade; To be more real from my Maker's hand, In that home by the bow of promise spanned, Than ever human made.

O, there's joy, glad joy in the Somewhere Land When all its sons come home— Come home to the home by the Father planned, Whose law is love, from whose glory grand They nevermore shall roam.