Coming Home

Coming Home
"Coming Home"
I breathe out and then exhale, what was left of my pride?
Full of myself I have fell. What have I done with my life?
The fog has lifted I can finally see Your face.
You are the hanging that I was searching I have found my place

Once I was broken, but now I’m mended
Once I was king of my own land, now my reign has ended
I bow my knee to the one who saved me
Once I was dying on my own.
But God this wandering soul is coming home.
No longer on an empty road, in You my heart has found its rest.
The trust I stole I am giving up.
So take control I’m not strong enough.
Better late than never now until forever, I’m where I belong
Once I was broken, but now I’m mended
Once I was king of my own land, now my reign has ended
I bow my knee to the one who saved me
Once I was dying on my own.
But God this wandering soul is coming home
Coming home, coming home
I turn the corner and what did I see?
The father I abandoned running to me.
With arms opened wide and love in His eyes,
crying as He says welcome home.