Monday's Mourning Ministry - Going Home

Monday's Mourning Ministry

Going Home

Going Home

Tanya Goodman Sykes

and

Bill and Gloria Gaither

Many times in my childhood when we'd traveled so far,

By nightfall how weary I'd grow;

Father's arms would slip 'round me,

So gently he'd say,

"My child, we're going home."

Going Home, I'm going Home,

There's nothing to hold me here;

I've caught a glimpse of that Heavenly Land,

Praise God, I'm going Home.

Now the twilight is fading and the day soon shall end;

I get homesick the farther I roam;

But my Father has led me each step of the way,

And now He'll lead me Home.

Going Home, I'm going Home,

There's nothing to hold me here;

I've caught a glimpse of that Heavenly Land,

Praise God, I'm going Home.

picture: Thank you to Lilly Ann: http://twitpic.com/165tqc

song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8e-wnp_icU&feature=related