HOME

Transf.by Edward Nanlohy

Home is where the heart is, my - heart's own home

Though I ne-ver real - ly had one call my own I've been gi - ven

a key by the Car- pen -ter of Ga - li - lee With in - ter - est paid

the ti - tle's made to me Home, where there is no night

Home, where the Son is the light The place I've been dreaming of so long

Loved ones there to welcome me His sweet face will be the first I see When my
 jour - ney's o - ver I'm go - ing home Ev' - ry bo - dy dreams

go - ing home it seems Late - ly I 'm no ex - cep - tion to the rule

home is so much more than windows, walls and doors it's a

warm embrace and smiling faces it's a waiting you

Home, where there is no night The place I've been

Home, where the Son is the light

dreaming of so long Loved ones there to welcome me His sweet face will be the
 first I see When my jour - ney's o - ver I'm go - ing home Home, where there

is no night Home, where the Son is the light The place I've been dreaming of so

long Loved ones there to welcome me But His sweet face will be the

first I see When my jour - ney's o - ver I'm go - ing home when my

jour - ney's o - ver I'm go - ing home

Jakarta August 07,2016 Transf.by Edward Nanlohy

Indonesia Gospel Ministry