Father, I'm Coming Home 1. I've been living in this country, so destitute and hungry. My soul would feed on corn husks, my strength is almost gone. But my Father's house has many and everyone has plenty. I think that I'll arise and go back home. CHORUS Father-I'm coming home. Father- I'm coming home. Broken and weary, in rags and all alone. I know I'm not deserving. I ask to just be serving. Oh Father, your child is coming home. 2. It's been a long, long journey. My worn feet are weary. I wonder if the home folk will understand and care... I've got to make it home now..I got to make it some how. That looks like my Father standing there. CHORUS 3. I wonder why He's running. He's waving and He's shouting. He's telling all the servants "My child, my child is home" Oh the kisses that we're sharing. He's loving and He's caring Oh Father, it's so good to be back home. CHORUS ~Bob Batton