Going Home

Many times in my in child hood when we traveled so far,

By nightfall how weary I'd grown,

Fathers arm would slip around me so gently He'd say,

My child, we're going Home.

Going Home, I am going Home,

There is nothing to hold me here,

While I've caught a glimpse of that Heavenly land,

Praise God, I am going Home.

Now the twilight is fading and the day soon shall end,

I get Homesick, the farther I roam,

But my Father has led me each step of my way,

And now we're going Home.

Oh, my heart gets so heavy and I'm longing to see,

All my loved ones and friends I have known,

Every step draws me nearer, to the land of my dreams,

Praise God, I am going Home.

We have come to the end of the ages, we know,

This message has proved to be so,

Now we have an assurance, that we're part of His Own,

And soon we'll be going Home

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