Coming Home

Ooh. Mm, yeah. Whoa. Yeah. I wandered through my own desert, Carrying stones with my name. Every wrong like a heavy river, Flooding my heart with shame. I tried to hide in the shadows. Wouldn't lift my eyes above. Till I stumbled into Your doorway, And was blinded by a fierce kind Love. I'm coming home to mercy. Oh. I'm coming home to grace. Mm. I'm laying down my burden. Yeah. At the foot of this Sacred place. Oh. You open up your table. But You call me by my name. You call me by my name. I'm coming home to mercy. I'm coming home. Unchanged by shame. Yeah. You could have met me with thunder. Ooh, yeah. You could have turned me away. Yeah. But You ran like a father to meet Me. Yeah. In the dust of my yesterday. Yeah. You wrapped my rags in a garment. Garments. White as the winter sky. Brightest, brightest. You put a song in my cracked voice, And a hallelujah in my cry. Oh, Yeah. I'm coming home to grace. Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm laying down my burden. Mm. At the foot of this sacred place. Yeah. You open up your table. You open table. call me by my name. Yeah. Oh, I'm coming home to mercy. I'm coming home. Unchanged by shame. Yeah. Every scar, You touch it. Ooh. Every wound, You know. Ooh. You turn the guilt to a witness, Of how far Your rivers flow. Oh. I once was lost outrunning. Oh, Your running. But Your love kept the pace. Oh, Your love. Now every breath I'm singing is a Testimony to grace. I'm coming home to mercy. Yeah. I'm coming home to grace. Hey, yeah. I'm laying down my burden. Oh, yeah, yeah. At the foot of this sacred place. Oh. You open up Your open up Your table. You call me by my name. Yeah. I'm coming to mercy. I'm coming home. I'm home. I'm home by grace.