This World Is Not My Home lyrics

Song information

Artist: Carl Smith
Album: Sunday Down South

Lyrics

This world is not my home I'm just a passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beck-on me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Chorus:
O lord, I know, I have no friend like you
If heaven's not my home o lord what can I do
The angel's beck on me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

My savior pardoned me from guilt and shame I know
I'll trust his saving grace while travelin g here below
I know he'll welcome me at heavens open door
And I can't feel at home in this world any more

I have a precious mother up in glory land
I don't expect to stop until I clasp her hand
For me she's waiting now at heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

The saints in glory land are shouting victory
I want to join their band and live eternally
I hear the sweetest praise from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world any more