Welcome Home
Each day, I see it on the church sign
Service starts at 8 am
And I swear this time, I'll make it
But life happens and I miss the service once again
This time, somehow I made it
I'm the stranger in the back row pew
And as I knelt down on my knees to pray
I wondered what I'd say to you
I'm just a figure standing in the distance
Been gone one month, maybe several years
I've made a lifetime of excuses
Then you said the words I longed to hear
Welcome home, my faithful servant
Welcome home, my wayward son
Yeah, I know it's been a long time
Here's some grace, yeah, here's some love
Take this bread, it is my body
Take this wine, it is my blood
Welcome home, my faithful servant
Welcome home, my wayward son
The man asked, "Lord, who is my neighbor?"
And I've been wondering much the same
It doesn't matter how we look outside
We all carry scars and shame
So to the lost and the forgotten
To the devout and to the saved
His arms, they stand wide open
And his message is the same
Welcome home, my faithful servants
Welcome home, my wayward ones
Yeah, I know it's been a long time
Here's some grace, yeah, here's some love
Take this bread, it is my body
Take this wine, it is my blood
Welcome home, my faithful servants
Welcome home, my wayward ones
By Steven Clark. Copyright 2011 That Guy Media, LLC.