Hank Thompson - This World Is Not My Home lyrics

THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME (Albert E. Brumley) «© '52 Acclaim Music» This world is not my home I'm just a pa**ing 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 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 over in Gloryland we'll live eternaly the saints on every hand are shouting victory Their 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...