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Introduction
“This World Is Not My Home” is a poignant hymn that beautifully captures the essence of spiritual longing and the transient nature of earthly existence. Originally penned by Albert E. Brumley in 1937, the song has been embraced by many artists over the years, with Jim Reeves’ rendition standing out for its heartfelt delivery and timeless appeal.
The lyrics express a deep-seated yearning for a heavenly abode, portraying life on Earth as a temporary journey. Phrases like “I’m just a passing through” and “My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue” reflect a profound detachment from worldly possessions and a hopeful anticipation of eternal life. The recurring imagery of angels beckoning from “heaven’s open door” reinforces this sense of divine invitation and the promise of a spiritual homecoming.
Jim Reeves, known for his smooth baritone voice, brought a unique warmth to this hymn, making it resonate with listeners across generations. His interpretation adds a comforting layer to the song’s message, offering solace to those who feel out of place in the material world and reminding them of the eternal companionship of the divine.
This hymn serves as a gentle reminder of the impermanence of earthly life and the enduring hope of a heavenly reunion with loved ones. It’s a song that continues to inspire faith and reflection, encouraging believers to focus on spiritual aspirations over temporal concerns.
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Lyrics
This world is not my home
I’m just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up
Somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore
Oh Lord, you know
I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home
Then Lord, what will I do?
The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore
I have a loving mother
Just up in Gloryland
And I don’t expect to stop
Until I shake her hand
She’s waiting now for me
In heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore
Oh Lord, you know
I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home
Then Lord, what will I do?
The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore
Just over in Gloryland
We’ll live eternally
The saints on every hand
Are shouting victory
Their songs of sweetest praise
Drift back from heaven’s shore
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore
Oh Lord, you know
I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home
Then Lord, what will I do?
The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home In this world any more