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

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