This World
Not My Home
Song By The Throne Of Grace
18: That thou appear not unto men to fast, but unto thy Father
which is in secret: and thy Father, which seeth in secret, shall reward thee
openly.
19: Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth
corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:
20: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust
doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:
21: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
This World Is Not My Home
This world is not my home, I'm just a passing thru,
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue;
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door,
And I can't fell at home in this world any more;
They're all expecting me and that's one thing I know,
My savior pardoned me and now I onward go;
I know He'll take me thru tho I am weak and poor,
And I can't fell at home in this world any more;
Just up in gloryland we'll live eternally,
The saints on ev'ry hand are shouting victory;
Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from Heaven's shore,
And I can't fell at home in this world any more;
O 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 fell at home in this world any more.
