Home sick for Heaven…
No matter how bad this world gets, we can take comfort in knowing that this world is not our home. We are strangers and pilgrims passing through, on a journey to out true home, Heaven!
Praise Jesus!
I love this song. 🎶
This world is not my homeI'm just a-passing throughMy treasures are laid upSomewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon meFrom heaven's open doorAnd I can't feel at homeIn this world anymore
Oh Lord, you knowI have no friend like youIf heaven's not my homeThen Lord, what will I do?
The angels beckon meFrom heaven's open doorAnd I can't feel at homeIn this world anymore
I have a loving motherJust up in GlorylandAnd I don't expect to stopUntil I shake her hand
She's waiting now for meIn heaven's open doorAnd I can't feel at homeIn this world anymore
Oh Lord, you knowI have no friend like youIf heaven's not my homeThen Lord, what will I do?
The angels beckon meFrom heaven's open doorAnd I can't feel at homeIn this world anymore
Just over in GlorylandWe'll live eternallyThe saints on every handAre shouting victory
Their songs of sweetest praiseDrift back from heaven's shoreAnd I can't feel at homeIn this world anymore
Oh Lord, you knowI have no friend like youIf heaven's not my homeThen Lord, what will I do?
The angels beckon meFrom heaven's open doorAnd I can't feel at home In this world any more
I can relate to that.
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