Heath McNease
Heath McNease
Heath McNease
Heath McNease
Heath McNease
Heath McNease
Heath McNease
Heath McNease
Heath McNease
Heath McNease
Heath McNease
Heath McNease
I was born here, but this world is not my home
I don't know when you'll return
But I know I'm not alone
Not alone
I was born here
But this world is not my home
The Son is at your right hand
He's standing at his post
Not alone
And I don't know where I'll go
But I hear that train coming
So I'll step outside and close my eyes
And hope I feel something on the world's last night
I surrender all
I surrender all
All to thee, my blessed Savior
I surrender all
And I don't know where I'll go
But I hear that train coming
So I'll step outside and close my eyes
And hope I feel something
I don't know where I'll go
But I hear that train coming
So I'll step outside and close my eyes
And hope I feel something on the world's last night
The world's last night
The world's last night