With tears of shame, with a sin-sick soul,
With head bowed down and heart bowed low.
From far away I can see your face –
I stumble towards your warm embrace.
I fly to your arms of grace,
There I find my home.
Mercy there is waiting.
Fly, with no other care,
I’ve no other prayer
Than to be with you,
Than to be with you.
Father I pray, please forgive my pride.
My sea of sin is so deep and wide.
Father to you does my spirit cry.
To you the wings of my soul now fly.
Just like the child who had wandered far
I run back to you, my Morning Star..
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