Coming Home
L.J. N. 2008
Are you waiting for me there
Sitting in your golden chair
Will the gates be open wide
When I cross that great Divide
Is there room there at the inn
For those who recognize their sin
Will I ascend or will I fall
Once I scale that final wall
Grace eludes me here
The path ahead is never clear
Before this heart has turned to stone
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I have questioned destiny
What lies ahead is hard to see
Is there purpose, is there fate
Is there truth for those who wait
Will the blind be shown the way
Will the righteous have their day
Will the final bell bring peace
Weary souls given release
Grace eludes me here
And the path is never clear
Before this heart has turned to stone
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
