read this and enjoyed the meaning
This world is not my home.. I’m just a passing through
My treasures are laid up.. somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me.. from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home.. in this world anymore
This world is not my home.. I’m just a passing through
My treasures are laid up.. somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me.. from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home.. in this world anymore
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This was a favorite song of mine that I sang in church when I was little. It is a very old spiritual tune. … Oh Lord you know, I have no friends like you. If heavens not my home, then Lord what would I do. The angels beckon me, from heaven’s open door, and I can’t feel at home in the world anymore.
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Love it 🙂
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