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Like a wayward child I wandered
From my Father’s house away,
But I hear His voice entreating,
And I’m coming home today.
Coming, coming home,
Coming, coming home,
For I can no longer roam;
I am sad and broken hearted,
And I’m coming, coming home!
I have wandered in the darkness,
And my path was lone and drear,
But my Father did not leave me,
He was watching ever near.
Coming, coming home,
Coming, coming home,
For I can no longer roam;
I am sad and broken hearted,
And I’m coming, coming home!
O the rapture that awaits me
When I reach my Father’s door!
Once within its blest enclosure,
I am safe forevermore.
Coming, coming home,
Coming, coming home,
For I can no longer roam;
I am sad and broken hearted,
And I’m coming, coming home!
I will ask Him to forgive me
For the wrong that I have done,
To receive, accept and bless me,
Through His well belovèd Son.
Coming, coming home,
Coming, coming home,
For I can no longer roam;
I am sad and broken hearted,
And I’m coming, coming home!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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Dates:
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1896
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 15:18;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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COMING COMING HOME
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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Dates:
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echo ' | ';
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