"This world is not my home, I'm just a passing thru...
my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue;
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
O Lord, you know I have no friend like You
If Heaven's not my home, then, Lord what will I do?
The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore."
~Traditional Hymn
How often is it that we get comfortable here on earth?
How often do we realize this isn't really our home?
How often do we forget that life here is short?
How often do we remember to think with eternal perspective?
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