This world is not my home I'm just a passing through
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My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
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The angels beck-on me from heaven's open door
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And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
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Chorus:
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O Lord, I know, I have no friend like you
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If heavenĄ¯s not my home O lord what can I do
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The angelĄ¯s beck on me from heavenĄ¯s open door
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And I canĄ¯t feel at home in this world anymore
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My Savior pardoned me from guilt and shame I know
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IĄ¯ll trust His saving grace while travelin g here below
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I know HeĄ¯ll welcome me at heavens open door
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And I canĄ¯t feel at home in this world any more
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I have a precious mother up in glory land
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I donĄ¯t expect to stop until I clasp her hand
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For me sheĄ¯s waiting now at heavenĄ¯s open door
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And I canĄ¯t feel at home in this world anymore
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The saints in glory land are shouting victory
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I want to join their band and live eternally
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I hear the sweetest praise from heavenĄ¯s open door
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And I canĄ¯t feel at home in this world any more
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This World Is Not My Home
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| Carl Smith |
