Phil Wickham - Homesick for heaven

My h^Emeart belongs to a co^Cuntry and a k^Ging To a p^Emlace that I've always k^Cnown, but I've never see^Gn Some call it para^Emdise Or the l^Cand of the liv^Ging But I call it h^Emome ^DAnd I'm homesick for heaven ^G

I want to w^Galk with Moses On str^Deets of gold and d^Emance with David bef^Core your throne To th^Gank you face to ^Dface for the grace you've g^Emiven ^C I want to ^Gsee my children run in^Dto your arms and w^Emorship the sa^Dvior that we^Cars my scars There's an^Em ache in my he^Dart I'm h^Gomesick for heaven

^EmIn my father's ho^Cuse there are many ro^Goms ^EmEnough for every^Cone, enough for y^Gou I know it tak^Emes some faith but to^Cday you can know without que^Gstion Believe in the po^Emwer of Jesus's ^Dname and you're going to he^Gaven Hal^Emlelujah, in Jesus na^Dme we're going to h^Geaven

I want to w^Galk with Moses On str^Deets of gold and d^Emance with David bef^Core your throne To th^Gank you face to ^Dface for the grace you've g^Emiven ^C I want to ^Gsee my children run in^Dto your arms and w^Emorship the sa^Dvior that we^Cars my scars There's an^Em ache in my he^Dart I'm h^Gomesick for heaven

No more fe^Car no more pain Every ^Gtear wiped away Crying ^Dholy h^Emoly Every k^Cnee on the floor Every ^Gvoice evermore Crying ^Dholy h^Emoly ^COh,^G I want to go h^Dome ^COh,^G I want to go h^Dome

To see the o^Emnes I love Who've go^Dne before When de^Gath is a memory and tear^Cs are no more To h^Emear the angels pr^Daise Can you even im^Gagine?

I'll run as f^Cast as I can i^Dnto your arms 'Cause I ^Gwas cre^Dated to ^Cbe where you are There's an ^Emache in my he^Dart I'm homesick for ^Emheaven ^C There's an ^Emache in my he^Dart I'm homesick for ^Emheaven ^C There's an ^Emache in my he^Dart I'm homesick for ^Gheaven