Sunday, March 05, 2006

THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME

This World is not My Home
A CHRISTIAN HYMN


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 anymore.


Chorus:

Oh, 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 anymore.


They're all expecting me, and that’s one thing I know.
My Saviour’s pardoned me, and now I onward go.
I know He’ll take me through, thought I am weak and poor,
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.


Just up in glory land we’ll live eternally;
The saints on every hand are shouting victory.
Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven’s shore,
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.

Memories frozen at 10:39 PM