Since I’ve heard about a better home,
I would leave this old world and all it’s own,
Just slip away most any day to heavens shore,
I’ll find sweet rest beyond the gate forever more.
When I move up there to settle down,
When I step inside the gate to look around,
I want at least a million years to view the throne,
So many friends I want to see when I get home.
Oh Lord hear my prayer before I leave,
May I live so my friends will follow me,
The little ones you gave to me while here below,
I’d love to meet each one of them when I get home.
Yes I’ll reach home,
Oh praise the Lord,
Some sweet day,
When I walk up that great milky way,
Goodbye old world,
Good morning there,
Before the throne,
What a singing there will be when I get home.