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This World Is Not My Home

Dallas Holm

This world is not my home
I'm just a passin' 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

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.

My savior pardoned me
From guilt and shame I know
I'll trust His saving grace
While traveling here below
I know He'll welcome me
At Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home
In this world anymore






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