This world is not my home
I'm just 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




GOD Bless
Lourie and Sonya

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