Heaven Is My Home

I’ve been running through the questions

Staring at the ceiling fan

Wonder if I’ll ever feel it

Like the stories say I can

Every Sunday

Same old building

Same old row and wooden seat

But something whispers in the quiet

“This is not the place it ends for me”

Heaven is my home

I’m just passing through

Living on a promise I can’t yet see

But I know it’s true

Got a suitcase full of mercy

And my fears are letting go

I don’t belong to the hurt that’s here

Heaven is my home

Grandma’s Bible on the table

Pages worn from every tear

She would hum about forever

Like it was already here

I still hear her in the kitchen

Singing over pots and pans

“Baby

Don’t you love this lifetime

But hold a little tighter to His hand”

Heaven is my home

I’m just passing through

Living on a promise I can’t yet see

But I know it’s true

Got a suitcase full of mercy

And my fears are letting go

I don’t belong to the hurt that’s here

Heaven is my home

When the nights get long

And the bad news comes

I remember where I’m headed

Not where I’m from

Every breath

Each step

Brings me closer on

To the place where all the broken things are gone (oh, gone)

Heaven is my home

I’m just passing through

Living on a promise I can’t yet see

But I know it’s true

Got a suitcase full of mercy

And my fears are letting go

I don’t belong to the hurt that’s here

Heaven is my home

Heaven is my home