This Time Lord I'M Coming Home
This time Lord I'm coming home.
Hungry, tired, all alone.
I feel the angels comfort me.
This is where I want to be.
This time Lord I'm coming home.
It's always been where I belong.
I'll do the things I know I should,
'Cause, this time Lord, I'm coming home for good.
How quickly all the years have passed.
It seems like yesterday.
My faith was slipping, fading fast,
And I just walked away.
In search of all the earthly things,
That somehow brought me joy.
I knocked and doors were opening,
Was just the devil's ploy.
My senses lived a blissful life,
With every turn I took.
I left my home, the kids and wife,
Without a second look.
I prayed for good times every night
A new world to explore.
I heard a voice, say, "It's alright."
And then I lost some more.
I drank my way to happiness.
Gave barroom crowds a show.
Was in some woman's sweet caress,
Whenever I would go.
The morning light fell down on me,
A dull consuming weight.
That took away the memory
Of heaven's pearly gate.
Had nothing left, I lost it all.
Was well on my way down.
I swam in tears and alcohol,
Until I thought I'd drown.
Was contemplating suicide.
Had nowhere else to go.
That's when I heard the voice inside...
I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO!!
This time Lord I'm coming home.
Hungry, tired, all alone.
I feel the angels comfort me.
This is where I want to be.
This time Lord I'm coming home.
It's always been where I belong.
I'll do the things I know I should.
'Cause, this time Lord, I'm coming home for good.
Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014
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