Cleaning up at this old place, everything inside is gone
We sold the house to a stranger here, my family's moved on
The cedar chest, the rocking chair, the old piano too
They've moved on to another place, so here's what I must do

Remember this is not my home, I just lived here for awhile
A place to live and laugh and love, making memories as a child
My real home waits on the other side where my treasures lie in store
I know I'll grieve for this old place... but Heaven holds much more

This old place reminds me of this earthly house of clay
We'll trade for one that's Glorified when the Lord returns one day
In our Fathers house above, there's a mansion bright and fair
And the ones we loved in this old place are waiting for us there

Remember this is not our home, we just lived here for awhile
A place to live and laugh and love making memories as a child
Our real home waits on the other side where our treasures lie in store
No need to grieve for this old place... for Heaven holds much more

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Writer(s): DIANNE WILKINSON