Going Home

Going Home

 

I’m going home, I’m going home

I can feel it in my bones

I can almost hear the heavenly choir singing

in sweet angelic tones

In this earthly tabernacle

I do groan and am burdened

to be clothed with my home in Heaven

where eternity I will spend

I’m willing to be absent from the body

and be present with my Lord

Just to be released from this body of sin

will be a great reward

I am eager for and long to

put off this corruptible body of clay

and to be at blessed rest

in Heaven’s eternal day

 

II Corinthians 5:1  For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.