Friday, July 27, 2007

Homesick

Alone I climb up this hill again
I've skinned my knees and I've broke my hands
I dined with pigs and I soiled my clothes
I played with toys that I did not own
Now I'm singin'...
I all but turned my back on you
Oh wait just a second, I did do that too
I felt so entitled wanted to rip you a part
Take all my riches and run somewhere far

Now I sing
Father, I want to come home now
Father, I want to go home now

I want to be a child again
To curl up inside you, hold on to your hand
Innocence dangled and fell from my tree
I watched it roll down and sink into the sea
Licked the world like a lollipop on an indulgant stick
Its diet of refuse and trash made me sick
These words must seem hollow as I crawl back to you
But I'll be your hired hand before I swim against your truth

Now I sing
Father, I want to come home now
Father, I want to go home now

Grace is hard for a thinking man's head
You can't understand it 'till you've tasted death
So I'll kneel in awe as you cover me with robe
Put a ring on my finger and welcome me home

Now I sinng
Father, I'm coming home now
Father, I'm going home now