Going Home , I'm going home. There's nothing to hold me here. I caught a glimpse of that Heavenly home, Praise God I'm going home.

1. many times in my childhood as I traveled along, by night fall how dreary i'd be. Fathers arms would slip around me, so gently he'd say, My child, were going home ...

I need the words to a song by Conrad Cook called Bless Me. Please send to [email protected] thanks