Mon, 09/07/2015 - 19:58 -- anuelnd

Lord I'm coming home
I've wandered far away from you
The paths of sin too long I've trod
I've wasted many precious years
I now repent with bitter tears
I'm tired of sin and straying lord
I'll trust your love and believe your word
My soul is sick, my heart is sore
My strength renewed my hope restored
My only hope my only plea
Is that the gates of heaven be opened up for me
Jesus died and died for me
I need his cleansing blood I know
To Wash me whiter than snow
Because I'm coming home
Never more to roam
Please Open wide your arms of love
To welcome me when I'm home.

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