The Land of the Lost

As far away as I was you lead me back home Teaching me how to pray even as I did roam Never leaving my side always calling my name Though I didn't abide and was filled with shame But You Took that blame all of it You took away Holy, Holy, Holy is Your Name teach us to Pray Open up all of our eyes as it becoming so late With the devils lies society can so easily equate With all Your Light Shone everything far and near It's just in there tone that for them I begin to fear No one enters but through all Your Grace completed Lord if they only knew next to the Father Your Seated Lord if they only knew not just the mashing of teeth Their sins coming due as they lay that funeral wreath But of Your Love and Grace and Your abundant Mercy They can't see it in this place, please Lord help them see