About the song
Let’s delve into the soothing melodies of “This World Is Not My Home” by the legendary Jim Reeves. Released in 1965, this timeless gospel song carries a message of spiritual longing and the recognition of a higher existence beyond the earthly realm.
Originally composed by Albert E. Brumley, a prolific gospel songwriter known for his contributions to the genre, “This World Is Not My Home” has become a staple in the repertoire of many artists seeking to convey a sense of otherworldly peace and tranquility.
Reeves’ rendition of this classic hymn is featured in his album “Jim Reeves Gospel,” a collection of spiritually uplifting songs that showcase his velvety voice and unwavering faith. Released during a period when Reeves was exploring the depths of gospel music, this album received praise from both fans and critics alike.
While “This World Is Not My Home” may not have charted in mainstream music rankings due to its genre, its impact on listeners transcends mere chart positions. Reeves’ heartfelt delivery and sincere interpretation of the song resonate with audiences, offering a sense of comfort and reassurance amidst the trials and tribulations of life.
As we listen to Reeves’ rendition of “This World Is Not My Home,” we’re reminded of the transient nature of earthly existence and the eternal hope found in the promise of a heavenly home. Through his music, Reeves continues to inspire and uplift, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts of all who listen.
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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