Lyrics
the morning paper is reading like a scroll
like headlines from 2000 years ago
everywhere i look i see the signs
my heart's telling me it's almost time
Chorus:
don't it make you want to go home
run through those gates and fall in jesus' arms
and all the cares of this world will be gone
don't it make you, don't it make you want to go home
i can't wait to sit at jesus' feet
to hear him say welcome home to me
i can almost feel his warm embrace
and his nail-scarred hands as they wipe my tears away
Chorus
Bridge:
far away from this world of pain,
god's prepared a perfect place
and i can't stop thinking about it,
i'm so homesick for it
don't it make you want to go home
don't it make you want to go home
don't it make you want to go home
run through those gates and straight
to heaven's throne
and fall in jesus' arms
don't it make, don't it make you want to go home