Church van home

Early Sunday morning

Waiting for the church van

On a little street called Mountain View

Six years old, Bible in hand

The sun reflects on the morning dew

Mama and Daddy never came along

But in that van, I learned my song

Inside those walls, I wasn’t alone

The church became my second home

Once the end of the road comes

I’ll wait for the church van to take me home

Through heaven’s gate, I won’t walk alone

Hearing Jesus say, “Welcome home, son”

Welcome home, son

Now I’m grown with a family of my own

A loving wife and children at home

We dress them up on Sunday morn’

Just like the day my faith was born

Hand in hand we walk through the door

Hearts together in one accord

The place that held me when I was small

Now it’s where I bring us all

Once the end of the road comes

I’ll wait for the church van to take me home

Through heaven’s gate, I won’t walk alone

Hearing Jesus say, “Welcome home, son”

Welcome home, son

I was just a boy, searching for love

Found my Father watching above

Now I see His blessings clear

In my children’s eyes, in the one I hold near

Once the end of the road comes

I’ll wait for the church van to take me home

Through heaven’s gate, I won’t walk alone

Hearing Jesus say, “Welcome home, son”

Welcome home, son

Early Sunday morning, waiting still

That little boy inside me will

Climb aboard, and ride on home

To where my Savior calls me His own