Facebook and life

Facebook is boring lately.  Too many options, ads, security settings...just too much I think.  I am a real techy, always have been, as most of my friends and family would agree, but enough is enough with Facebook.  I like seeing my family and friends with all their pictures, but it's isolating sometimes.  I spend too much time locked up in these four walls not actually socializing but in a way becoming like a hermit.  I talked to my brother and his lady friend in person lately.  They are on Facebook, there was just something special about actually seeing them face to face and talking to them.  What have we (I) become?

This world is not my home, I'm just passing through.

This world is not my home, I'm just 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.

Chorus
O 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.

They're all expecting me and that's one thing I know.
My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go.
I know He'll take me through, though I am weak and poor.

Chorus
O 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 up in Glory Land we'll live eternally.
The Saints on every hand are shouting victory.
Their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven's shore
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

Chorus
O 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.





Words and Music by Albert E. Brumley