“This world is not my home, [strummy, strum]
I’m just a-passin’ through. [strummy, strum]
My treasures are laid up [strum]
Somewhere beyond the blue. [strummy, strum.]
The angels beckon me [strum]
From Heavens open door
[strum]
And I can’t feel at home [strum]
In this world [strum] any-more.
Heathen that I am, Rick, I did not even know the song till maybe five years ago when I heard the version by His Name Is Alive! (Can we still be friends?)
Yes, yes! A thousand times, yes!
From a hymn of my childhood:
“This world is not my home, [strummy, strum]
I’m just a-passin’ through. [strummy, strum]
My treasures are laid up [strum]
Somewhere beyond the blue. [strummy, strum.]
The angels beckon me [strum]
From Heavens open door
[strum]
And I can’t feel at home [strum]
In this world [strum] any-more.
[strummy, strum, STRUM, strum.]“
Heathen that I am, Rick, I did not even know the song till maybe five years ago when I heard the version by His Name Is Alive! (Can we still be friends?)
Sheila Ryan!
I don’t know how it came to be, but we are, have been, and will always be friends. I will look for “His Name Is Alive.” More later, OK?