Sometimes, a song expresses what needs to be said more than elegant prose ever can. After posting the thoughts of "From the Land of The Dying to the Land of The Living", the words and tune of a song that my parents used to play at home while I was a child came back to me. It had been so many years since I had heard Jim Reeves' deep and comforting voice that God had blessed him with, singing the words of "This World Is Not My Home." I found a posting on Youtube with wonderful audio quality and thought I'd share it along with the lyrics here:
Lyrics:
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
Chorus:
Oh Lord, You know I have no friend like You
If Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do?
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
I have a loving mother just over in Gloryland
And I don't expect to stop until I shake her hand
She's waiting now for me in Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Just over in Gloryland, we'll live eternally
The saints on every hand are shouting "Victory!"
Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven's shore
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Listening to this song has only reinforced my decision to run as hard as I possibly can, for the sake of my Christ and His Kingdom with the short time I have left in this world. I'm just passing through on my way Home, and I have no friend like Him. It reminds me of a post I wrote in 2009 titled "Where is Home?", after a UBC C4C event.
I want to hear the songs that they're singing there now. I have to get Home. I must!
If you're reading this, if you haven't made Heaven the place that you call "Home" and if you don't know Jesus as the Friend unlike any you have ever had, may I encourage you to invite Him into your life? You can't get Home without Him.
- The Wisdom Seeker
