NewSong
NewSong
NewSong & Fred Hammond & Mac Powell & Charlie Peacock & Rebecca St. James & Carolyn Arends & Natalie Grant
NewSong
NewSong
NewSong
NewSong
NewSong
NewSong
NewSong
NewSong
NewSong
The morning paper is reading like a scroll
Like the headlines from 2000 years ago
Everywhere I look, I see the signs
My hearts 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 ya
Don't it make you wanna go home
I can't wait to sit at 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, yeah
Don't it make you want to go home
(Don't it make you wanna)
Run through those gates
And fall in Jesus' arms
And all the cares of this world will be gone
(Will be gone)
Don't it make ya
Don't it make you wanna go home
Far away from this world of pain
(It's so far away)
God's prepared a perfect place
And I can't stop thinking about it
I'm so homesick for it
Ooh, 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
(Yeah, yeah)
Run through those gates
And fall in Jesus' arms
And every care of this world will be gone
Don't it make ya
Don't it make you wanna 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 ya
Don't it make you wanna go home
Yeah, yes, I wanna go home
Yeah, yes, I wanna go home
Don’t It Make You Want to Go Home was written by Eddie Carswell & Leonard Ahlstrom & Chris Rodriguez.
Don’t It Make You Want to Go Home was produced by Christopher Harris.