Father,
i have come back to you;
unworthy and broken,
i come back to you.
Oh, your words were true;
i'll always find my way back
to your loving arms
even if the sky's no more blue.

Father,
i'm sorry, i've sinned;
i've wandered and wondered,
nowhere to begin.
Oh, i've come again,
crying to you;
wash my tears away,
let me fly on your wings.

Father,
i've destroyed your trust;
and yet you still embrace
the son that you lost.
Oh, Dad, at what cost?
I'll do anything;
i'll pay for my sins, Dad,
i'll carry my cross.

Father,
i still crave your peace;
i stand on your mercy,
i fall on my knees.
Oh Father, please,
i've carried my cross;
come closer and embrace
the son that you lost.
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