Blessed are those who
Have come to trust you
They will never be ashamed
They worry for nothing
Even in suff'ring
They count all their losses gain
Hoping in sadness
Eyes on the Promise
They are laughing through their tears
Taking the long view
Pain is a prelude
To the hope of all these years

We will all go home
We'll all go home
If the Truth be known
We will all go home

Home where the heart is
Where your best is good enough
Where there is no death, no pain
Home where they say you can never go back to
'Cause it's never quite the same
Like we imagine, like we remember
Both identical and strange
Home where we make sense of our existence
When He gives us our new names.

Just like Kansas
Just like Odysseus
Like the Fire-glow
Waiting at the long road's end
Just Bag-end, just like Graceland
We'll all be going Home…

Thine is the Kingdom
And when you come
All your children will be there
Just like Valhalla, Just like Elysium
Like the last time that You came
And all of the ragged
That you have rescued
Will toast You on that day
All of the masses, raising their glasses
Singing "Hail! The victorious Raised!"

We'll all go home
We will all go home
If the Truth be known
We will all go home