3 November, 2002
by David Roth
A broken, heavy heart, oh Lord
I lay before your throne
A life that’s wrecked and damaged, Lord
For all the things I’ve done
Your grace and love, so bountiful
So long I have denied
That now I sit in solitude
And for my sins I cry
And yet, I know through all my pain,
And imperfections that abound
You welcome me with open arms
A child coming home
How long, oh Lord, must I endure
The battles that I wage
To see your peace upon my soul
To finally come of age?
I come, oh Lord, with broken heart
Your loving face to see
My shattered, sad and restless soul
In Your hands to be free.
