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  1. I'm Coming Home

From the recording I'm Coming Home

Lyrics

8 years old pretty white dress, dancing by a swing Sun shining brightly, birds singing in the trees16 now a know it all, where did she go wrongLeft Gods innocents, somewhere far beyond
Now she sits and she criesWith Her hands held high to the Lord she cries
Put your hands on me LordWash away the sinThat keeps on finding me again and againLord please guide nowOn this broken roadJesus I’m coming home

21 everything is cool, just hangin’ with her friendsGot a car with a stereo, it doesn’t get better than this45 now she’s lookin’ back, at all the years gone byFeeling lost and lonely, tears soon fill her eyes 

Now she sits and she cries With her hands held high to the lord she cries

Put your hands on me Lord Wash away the sin That keeps on finding me again and again Lord please guide now On this broken road Jesus I’m coming home

And I know that, you’re always thereYou hear every word of every prayer that we praySo I thank you Lord,  for your amazing grace

Put your hands on me Lord Wash away the sin That keeps on finding me again and again Lord please guide now On this broken road Jesus I’m coming home

Put your hands on me Lord Wash away the sin That keeps on finding me again and again Lord please guide now On this broken road Jesus…………. I’m coming home