This World Is Not My Home...

one of my favorites from our songbook

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 anymore.

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 anymore.

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 anymore.

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 anymore.

Just up in Glory Land we'll live eternally.

The saints on every hand are shouting victory.

Their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven's shore

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

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 anymore.