Home is where the heart is,
My heart's own home
Though I never really
Had one to call my own
I've been given a key
By the Carpenter of Galilee
With interest paid the title's made to me
Home, where there is no night
Home, where the Son is the light
The place I've been dreaming of so long
Loved ones there to welcome me
But His sweet face will be the first I see
When my journey's over I am going home
Everybody dreams
Of going home it seems
Lately I am no exception to the rule
But home is so much more
Than windows, walls and doors
It's a warm embrace
And smiling faces awaiting you