In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. Click on photo for website. (CLICK ON TITLE TO HEAR SONG) GOING HOME by Higher Ground Trio Many times in my childhood we'd travel so far By nightfall how weary I'd grow. 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 got a glimpse of that heavenly land; Praise God, I am going home. Now the twilight is fading, the day soon shall end, I get homesick the farther I roam. But the Father has blessed me each step of the way, And now I am going home. Going home, I'm going home. There is nothing to hold me here. I caught a glimpse of that heavenly land, Praise God, we are going home. Praise God, we are going home. |