Just up in glory land we'll live eternally.
the saints on every hand are shouting victory
their songs of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven's shore
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.
Food for Remembrance,
the SupperSmiths, forging one meal at a time
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