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
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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
