Happy Sunday
A hymn we sang at church this morning.
🎶 This World is Not My Home 🎶
Albert E Brumley
1. This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through
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.
Chorus:
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.
2. They're all expecting me, and that's one thing I know,
My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go;
I know He'll take me thro' tho' I am weak and poor,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
3. I have a loving Savior up in glory-land,
I don't expect to stop until I with Him stand,
He's waiting now for me in heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
4. Just up in glory-land we'll live eternally,
The saints on every hand are shouting victory,
Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven's shore,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
⛪️ Philippians 3:20 ⛪️
For our conversation is in heaven;
from whence also we look for the Saviour,
the Lord Jesus Christ:
Today was the day I wore the shawl I knitted to church to give it away to the first person who said they liked it.
The person I gave it to was Heidi. She said, I love your shawl. The colors are beautiful. I said here it's yours. I wish you could have seen her face!!
A Blessed Sunday to you.
HappyK
✏️Comment Replies:
Ginny - The fire place is in the corner of the living room.
Janette - Not a wood stove, but a gas one. No Mess!! :)
