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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,

And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.

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Amen. Two tier free speech- free speech for me but not for thee.

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