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 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; O wash me whiter than the snow; Lord, I'm coming home.