This world is not my home, I’m just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.

My Savior pardoned me from guilt and shame I know
I’ll trust His saving grace, while traveling here below.
I know He’ll welcome me from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.

I have a precious mother up in glory land
I don’t expect to stop until I clasp her hand
For me she’s waiting now at heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore

The saints in glory land are shouting victory
I want to join their band and live eternally
I hear the sweetest praise from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore

in this life will impact future generations, as well as eternity…it all counts. I love your coffee shop idea. May the compassion and love you have for others be returned to you, ten fold ;)