My Home.

Those days when i was in my secondary school, i use to go to church. It was a Methodist church. I still remember the hymn that we use to sing. "THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME I'M JUST  A PASSING THROUGH". My treasure are laid up somewhere beyond the blues..........This words have ever since got struck in my mind, and have a very deep impact on me. Where is my home? and what are my treasure that laid up somewhere? Fine this world is not my home, or only temporary till i pass on, but where do i come from before i was born? and where do i go after i die? ? ?
HEAVEN i assume answer every questions there is.... Then am i not a PUPPET to be manipulate by my PUPPETEER?  Every action every thought is judge accord to the bible. If Earth is my temporary abode so is Heaven. When will this circle ever end? Why was it that we were created in the first place? Why do i exist at all in the original stage. What is your motive??? What is your purposes??? What do you hope to achieve???
"OH ! LORD PLEASE SHOW ME THE  ANSWER IN THY HEART.
LET NOT THAT I WONDER IN THE UNIVERSAL. 
FORGIVE ME YOUR WAYWARD SON,
WHO HEART ACHING TO SEEK
AN ANSWER TO CURE MY RESTLESS MIND"
                                                                                AMEN