Home

Due to interest, I decided to post the song "Home" here on the blog. I offer it with a several disclaimers:

1) We recorded it just using a Mac laptop and the stuff we had at our church. Therefore in terms of recording quality, it's laughable.

2) I hadn't sung the song in years.

3) My strong suit has always been piano, not voice. I will, however, be taking voice lessons this semester at college.

Despite all that, I'm still quite fond of the song. I had had the melody in my fingers for a couple of weeks, but no words to go with it. But then, when my Grandma Gates was set free,* the words sorta dropped into my lap and the whole thing was penned within an hour or two.

Anyway, the theology behind the song is thus: in the Hebrew mind there are two parts of a human being--the body and the soul. The soul, however, is not something unique with us. We all (in a completely NOT new agey way) share the same soul, and that is the breath of God (see Genesis 2:7). Thus the line, "The life that she lived was not really her own | It was a gift from her Father..." Life is a gift from God, not of our own making.

Anyway CLICK HERE to download and listen to the song. Below are the lyrics. Enjoy.

Home

Verse One
The final breath was given
Surrounded by the tears of the livin’
But don’t you cry for this shell
Her spirit’s all right
It’s alive and well…for she knew

Chorus One
The life that she lived was not really her own
It was a gift from her Father, by His grace alone
And the death that she died really was not that deadly at all
It was a call back to her home

Verse Two
So here we are, brought together by grieving
Saddened by the fact she is leaving
But where we are sad, she’s been made glad
Dancing and leaping, arm-in-arm with her King…for she knew

CHORUS

Verse Three
So we must ask ourselves a very hard question
Where are our treasures? On earth or in heaven?
For where they all are, there we will be
When that call comes for you and for me…we must know that

Chorus Two
The life that we live is not really our own
It’s a gift from our Father by His grace alone
And the death we will die really is not that deadly at all
It’s a call back to our home

*I don't understand why we still use the word death. I believe it was D. L. Moody who said, "Someday you will read in the papers that [I am] dead. Don't you believe a word of it. At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now."