Going Home - David Meece

It should feel so good

It should be so right

Going home again

To find the years that shaped my life

But shadows line the streets

They whisper endlessly

And all I see are ghosts

Of my most painful memories

Going home, going home

Lord someday I’m going home

To a place where I know I belong

Where the ghosts and the fears

And the shadows disappear

Oh His angels bare us there

Going home

If somewhere in the night

You see a distant light

Lifting up my soul

To meet the God who gave us life

Mama don’t you cry

Children don’t you weep

For all the ghosts have vanquished

And my journey is complete

Oh going home, going home

Lord someday I’m going home

To a place where I know I belong

Where the ghosts and the fears

And the shadows disappear

Oh his angels bear us there

Going home