The morning paper is reading like a scroll
Like the headlines from 2000 years ago
Everywhere I look I see the signs
My heart s telling me it s almost time

Don t it make you want to go home
Run through those gates and fall in Jesus arms
And all the cares of this world will be gone
Don t it make you, don t it make you want to go home

I can t wait to sit a Jesus feet
To hear Him say welcome home to me
I can almost feel His warm embrace
And His nail-scarred hands as they wipe my tears away

Don t it make you want to go home
Run through those gates and fall in Jesus arms
And all the cares of this world will be gone
Don t it make you, don t it make you want to go home

Far away from this world of pain
God s prepared a perfect place
And I can t stop thinking about it
I m so homesick for it
Don t it make you want to go home
Don t it make you want to go home

Don t it make you want to go home
Run through those gates and fall in Jesus arms
And all the cares of this world will be gone
Don t it make you, don t it make you want to go home

Don t it make you want to go home
Run through those gates and straight to heaven s throne
And fall in Jesus arms
Don t it make, don t it make you want to go home
Yes I want to go home
Yes I want to go home