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Thread #27901   Message #343907
Posted By: Nathan in Texas
20-Nov-00 - 09:06 AM
Thread Name: Origins: This World Is Not My Home
Subject: Lyr Add: THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME
Here's the version I grew up singing in a little country church.

THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME

This world is not my home, I'm just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up, Somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world any more

CHORUS:
O Lord, you know, I have no friend like you
If Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do?
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world any more.

They're all expecting me, and that's one thing I know;
My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go
I know he'll take me through, though I am weak and poor
And I can't feel at home in this world any more.

I have a loving mother up in Gloryland.
I don't expect to stop until I shake her hand.
She's waiting now for me in Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

Just up in Gloryland we'll live eternally,
The saints on every hand are shouting victory;
Their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven's door
And I can't feel at home in this world any more.