Going Home Lyrics
Words and Music by: Bill Gaither, Gloria Gaither
Many times in my childhood, When we traveled so far, By nightfall how weary I'd grow, Fathers arms would slip 'round me, And gently he'd say, "My child we are going home"
Going home, I'm going home, There is nothing to hold me here, I've caught a glimpse of that Heavenly land, Praise God we are 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 I am going home
I've caught a glimpse of that Heavenly land, Praise God we are going home
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