I'm Sorry Father

I remember that gravel road. You standing tall while I let go. You said, "Son, the truth will set you free." I said, "That truth ain't meant for me." You traded grace for a restless town. Turned my prayers for a whiskey crown. Now the night feels twice as cold and you're Just my boy growing old. You warned your storms would surely come. But pride makes a deaf man Run. I'm sorry, Father, I broke your heart. Tore our little world apart. You gave me love, I pushed away like Judas In the light of day. If mercy's written in His hands and grace still Covers broken men, I'm on my knees where I Once stood tall. "Son, I forgive it all." Mm, oh. I remember the cross above my door. You said you didn't need it anymore. I kept a lamp beside my bed, still praying Over words you said. Now Psalm fifty-one feels like mine, Creating me one more time. A prodigal with dirty hands, hoping you'll still Understand. You loved me more than I deserved, Even when it hurt. "My son, you chose your way, turned your back And walked away. I carried faith like a burning flame while you Carried anger in my name. If heaven hears a sinner's cry, If love outlives goodbye, I'm laying down this Foolish pride. Father, I'm coming home tonight." Come home tonight. I see you there in my mind, Head down low, lost in the night. You weren't wrong, Just couldn't see What faith was trying to be. The scripture says a broken heart, God will not despise. So bring me yours. I'm sorry, Father, for wasting years. For all your unanswered tears. I stood like Job in faithful pain while you Ran from His holy name. If grace is wider than the sea and change Can fall from a man like me, then meet Me at that old dirt road. I'm finally coming home. Leave the porch light Porch light on. It always was. Come home. Come home.