This World Is Not My Home - The Statler Brothers

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

Oh 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 Saviour 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

Oh Lord you know…

I have a loving mother just up in Gloryland

And I don’t expect to stop until I shake her hand

She’s waiting now for me in heaven’s open door

And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore

Oh Lord you know…

Just up in Gloryland we’ll live eternaly the saints on every hand are shouting

victory

Then songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven’s shore

And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore

Oh Lord you know…