Going Home

Myke Clements


It's been a long an dusty road
Sitting here at this crossroads
Watching my faith in my pride erode
As my options narrowed

But I'm going Home

I didn't want to take the hight road
And all my fears and hatreds, unload
On the savior God, oh how hallowed
I was taken down my pride laid low

But I'm going Home

I thank you my King for hunting me down
Your grace is the eye of the storm
I thank you my King for hunting me down
Your grace is the eye of the storm


Autor(es): Kayle Clements