There’s nothing permanent about my residence down here.
I have no plans to stay around this land of pain and fear.
God’s invited me to come; He’s made it free and clear.
I have no guess to when He’ll call, except I think it’s near.
I’m moving on, I’m leaving here,
Gonna say goodbye to what I’ve known and watch it disappear.
I’m rising up just when I hear
The call to finally come on home and see the Lord appear—
When I move on.
I’m looking forward to the day God wipes my final tear,
And when I listen to the songs not heard by mortal ear.
What a joy to be at home with my Redeemer near!
Excitement fills each step I take — I can’t wait to leave here.
WORDS AND MUSIC BY: Taylor Garms
COPYRIGHT © 2014 THE SONG SPOT, BMI. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
PUBLISHED BY: The Song Spot, PO Box 356, Braham, Minnesota
FOR LICENSING: (320) 396-3785 or firstname.lastname@example.org