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