1 I've wandered far away from God,
Coming home, coming home,
Nevermore to roam;
Open wide Thine arms of love;
Lord, I'm coming home.
2 I've wasted many precious years,
Coming home, coming home,
Nevermore to roam;
Open wide Thine arms of love;
Lord, I'm coming home.
3 I'm tired of sin and straying, Lord,
Coming home, coming home,
Nevermore to roam;
Open wide Thine arms of love;
Lord, I'm coming home.
4 My soul is sick, my heart is sore,
Coming home, coming home,
Nevermore to roam;
Open wide Thine arms of love;
Lord, I'm coming home.
5 My only hope, my only plea,
Coming home, coming home,
Nevermore to roam;
Open wide Thine arms of love;
Lord, I'm coming home.
6 I need His cleansing blood, I know,
Coming home, coming home,
Nevermore to roam;
Open wide Thine arms of love;
Lord, I'm coming home.