A Few Good Men Music Ministries - Going Home

Many times in my in childhood
We traveled so far
By nightfall how weary I've grown
My father's arm would slip around me
And gently he'd say
My son we're going home

Going home
I am going home
There is nothing to hold me here
I've caught a glimpse of the Heavenly land
Praise God I am going home

Now the twilight is fading
And the day soon shall end
I get homesick, my father I roam
But my Father has led me
Each step of the way
And now I am going home

Going home
I am going home
There is nothing to hold me here
I've caught a glimpse of the Heavenly land
Praise God I am going home

Going home
I am going home
There is nothing to hold me here
I've caught a glimpse of the Heavenly land
Praise God I am going home

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