My Lord told His disciples

"After I'm risen and gone

You'll meet with troubles and trials

Bear your rebukes and scorns"



"My warfare will soon be ended

My race is almost run

My warfare will soon be ended

And I'm coming home"



"You can rebuke Me all you want to

I'm traveling home to God

I'm well acquainted with the crosses

And all My ways are hard"



They say My Lord is the devil

They call His saints the same

I don't expect much more down here

Than grief and scorn and shame



God bless them holiness people

The Presbyterians too

Those good old shouting Methodists

Those praying Baptists too



And when you get to heaven

I wanna see you there

And when I say, "Amen"

I want you to say so too



My warfare will soon be ended

My race is almost run

My warfare will soon be ended

And I'm coming home

And I'm coming home

And I'm coming home