I love just thinking, about going home,
Those dreams are the greatest, possesions I own.
Those so many reasons, for reaching that shore,
Here's just a few of, the millions or more.

Nobody cries, from hearing farewell,
Life's storms never rise, and there I'll never fail.
Now that's enough reason, for making the trip,
But, I haven't told you, my best reason yet.

I have a close friend, waiting inside,
A dear precious loved one, this world thought had died.
But, there in the middle, and high on His throne,
Is my greatest reason, for making it home.

I have a close friend, waiting inside,
A dear precious loved one, this world thought had died.
But, there in the middle, and high on His throne,
Is my greatest reason, for making it home.

Jesus is my reason, for making it home.