I’ve wandered far away from God,
Now
I’m coming home;
The
paths of sin too long I’ve trod,
Lord,
I’m coming home.
Refrain
Coming
home, coming home,
Nevermore
to roam,
Open
wide Thine arms of love,
Lord,
I’m coming home.
2
I’ve
wasted many precious years,
Now
I’m coming home;
I
now repent with bitter tears,
Lord,
I’m coming home.
3
I’m
tired of sin and straying, Lord,
Now
I’m coming home;
I’ll
trust Thy love, believe Thy Word,
Lord,
I’m coming home.
4
My
only hope, my only plea,
Now
I’m coming home;
That
Jesus died, and died for me;
Lord,
I’m coming home.
5
I
need His cleansing blood I know,
Now
I’m coming home;
O
wash me wither than the snow;
Lord,
I’m coming home.