I'm Not Coming Home

Oh lord how I've tried to live for the truth
And I've rarely strayed, I have strayed from you
And I've done bad things with what I've been blessed
I'm not coming home, no; I never left

So I sing this praise to a higher unknown
And ask that you love me as you'd love a son
Though I have strayed, and I've been depressed
I'm not coming home, no; I never left

Show mercy on me when I am worn down
And I'll bathe the feet of those who surround
Please grant me sleep or some kind of rest
When I'm worn down

I've shown my disdain for your mistreated words
I've turned a deaf ear, with the other I'm heard
Though I've done things that are best left unsaid
I'm not coming home, no; I never left
I'm not coming home, no; I never left
I'm not coming home, no; I never left