Some feel stuck. “We, however, are citizens of heaven. We look forward to the Lord Jesus Christ coming from heaven as our Savior. Through his power to bring everything under his authority, he will…” change everything for the better and forever including…”our humble bodies!”

Being an immigrant is very difficult. It means leaving everything known for the new and unknown. Believers are immigrants.

This 1920s song—“I Can’t Feel at Home Anymore” gives us a long-range, positive perspective:

Verse 1. This world is not my home I’m just 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


Verse 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 through though I am weak and poor
and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore


Verse 3. Just up in Glory land, we’ll live eternally
the Saints on every hand are shouting victory
their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven’s shore
and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore

SONG LINK: The Carter Family Version of “I Can’t Feel at Home Anymore”

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