Lord, I'm Coming Home

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

Coming home, coming home,

Nevermore to roam;

Open wide Thine arms of love,

Lord, I?m coming home.

I?ve wasted many precious years,

Now I?m coming home;

I now repent with bitter tears,

Lord, I?m coming home.

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.

My soul is sick, my heart is sore,

Now I?m coming home;

My strength renew, my hope restore,

Lord, I?m coming home.

My only hope, my only plea,

Now I?m coming home;

That Jesus died, and died for me,

Lord, I?m coming home.

I need His cleansing blood I know,

Now I?m coming home;

Oh, wash me whiter than the snow,

Lord, I?m coming home.