Going Home

Many times

In my childhood

When we've traveled so far

By nightfall how weary I've grown

Father's arms would slip 'round me

And gently He'd say

My child

We're Going home

Going home

I'm going home

There is nothing

To hold me here

I've caught a glimpse

Of, that Heavenly land

Praise God

I'm going home

Now the twilight is fading

The day soon shall end

Lord, I get homesick, the farther I roam

But the Father has led me each step of the way

And now I'm going home

Going home, I'm going home

There is nothing to hold me here

I've caught a glimpse of that Heavenly land

Praise God, I'm going home