.Many times in my in child hood when weve traveled so far>By nightfall how weary I'd grown
Fathers arms would slip around me and gently he'd say
My child were going home
Going home, I'm going home
There is nothing to hold me here
I've caught a glimpse of that Heavenly land
Praise.
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