"CHURCH IS 'HOME, SWEET HOME' TO ME"

Thank you God for Sunday morning.

Thank you for church, a resting place-

A place of peace, oh sweet refuge,

From the strife of sin filled days.

I'm so glad you chose to love me,

And bless me with this family.

Some say church is just a place of duty,

But it's home, sweet home to me.

(Chorus)

Church is home, sweet home to me.

It's where this blind man began to see.

It's where I was born and I'm currently living.

Yes, it's home, sweet home to me.

Now, the world looks at me in wonder,

How could I love this place more than my own?

They just don't know that all my treasures,

Are found in the walls of my Father's home.

(Repeat Chorus)

Now, everyday at work, I labor.

People think I'm just a poor helpless slave.

If they only knew where I was going when life's work has ended,

They'd all want to come home with me!

(Repeat Chorus Twice)