Going Home

Many times in my in childhood We traveled so far By nightfall how weary I've grown My father's arm would slip around me And gently he'd say My son we're going home Going home I am going home There is nothing to hold me here I've caught a glimpse of the Heavenly land Praise God I am going home Now the twilight is fading And the day soon shall end I get homesick, my father I roam But my Father has led me Each step of the way And now I am going home Going home I am going home There is nothing to hold me here I've caught a glimpse of the Heavenly land Praise God I am going home Going home I am going home There is nothing to hold me here I've caught a glimpse of the Heavenly land Praise God I am going home --- Going Home - A Few Good Men Music Ministries