paroles de chanson Going Home - Greater Vision

Many times in my childhood,
When we'd travel so far,
By nightfall how weary I'd grow;
Father's arms would slip 'round me,
And gently He'd say,
"My child, we're going home."

Going home, I'm going home,
There's nothing to hold me here;
I've caught a glimpse of that Heav'nly land,
Praise God, I'm going home.

Now the twilight is fading, the day soon shall end;
Lord, I get homesick, the farther I roam;
O but the Father has led me each step of the way,
And now I'm going home.

Going home, I'm going home,
There's nothing to hold me here;
I've caught a glimpse of that Heav'nly land,
Praise God, I'm going home.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.