Coming Down

I parked my pride out By the road. Sat in the back, Kept my head low. Dust on my shoes, Years on my face, Hoping this house still felt like Grace. I'm coming down the aisle again. Hands shaking like I'm new here. Every step a help-me prayer. Every breath a quiet tear. If there's a place for broken hearts, Make a little room in You. I'm coming down the aisle again, And You're making all things new. I knew these pews when I was young. Left with a curse on my own tongue. Swore I was done, said I was fine. Ran 'til the road ran out of line. I'm coming down the aisle again. Hands shaking like I'm new here. Every step a help-me prayer. Every breath a quiet tear. If there's a place for wasted years, Take these empty hands I bring. I'm coming down the aisle again, To a mercy that still sings. You don't ask me for a story, You just Open both Your arms. You don't tally up the distance, You just call me as I am. Every "Father, can You hear me?" Meets a child I never left. All my leaving, all my losing, Drowned inside that kindness yet. Oh. I'm coming down the aisle again, But it feels like I'm home now. Congregation singing low, Like they always knew somehow. If there's a song for starting over, Let my shaking voice be proof. I'm coming down the aisle again, And You're making all things new. I'm coming down the aisle again, And You're making all things new.