歌曲 | Coming Home - Psalm 90 |
歌手 | Peter Nevland & Co. |
歌手 | Philippa Hanna |
专辑 | Exposing the Psalms |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Daughters Of Davis/Jake Isaac/Philippa Hanna | |
作曲 : Daughters Of Davis/Jake Isaac/Philippa Hanna | |
I’m coming home, | |
Where food is on the table, | |
I’m coming home, | |
Where the fire is always on, | |
I’m coming home, | |
Where the door is always open, | |
The bed is made, | |
And I can rest my heavy bones. | |
I’ve been away so long just walkin’ in the rain, | |
And there’s no shelter anywhere that I can take. | |
‘til You say, “Come on in, | |
Your boots are worn and filthy | |
So I’m comin’ in, | |
To wash my weary soul | |
I’m coming home, | |
Where I am always welcome | |
I’m coming home, | |
Into my Father’s arms. | |
When I look up, | |
The stars that shine so brightly | |
However dark the lonely nights become, | |
And they appear | |
Like guiding lights above me, | |
And show the way to where my soul belongs. | |
I’ve been away so long just walkin’ in the rain, | |
And there’s no shelter anywhere that I can take. | |
‘til You say, “Come on in, | |
Your boots are worn and filthy | |
So I’m comin’ in, | |
To wash my weary soul | |
I’m coming home, | |
Where I am always welcome | |
I’m coming home, | |
To where my soul belongs, | |
I’m coming home | |
Into my Father’s arms. |
zuo ci : Daughters Of Davis Jake Isaac Philippa Hanna | |
zuo qu : Daughters Of Davis Jake Isaac Philippa Hanna | |
I' m coming home, | |
Where food is on the table, | |
I' m coming home, | |
Where the fire is always on, | |
I' m coming home, | |
Where the door is always open, | |
The bed is made, | |
And I can rest my heavy bones. | |
I' ve been away so long just walkin' in the rain, | |
And there' s no shelter anywhere that I can take. | |
' til You say, " Come on in, | |
Your boots are worn and filthy | |
So I' m comin' in, | |
To wash my weary soul | |
I' m coming home, | |
Where I am always welcome | |
I' m coming home, | |
Into my Father' s arms. | |
When I look up, | |
The stars that shine so brightly | |
However dark the lonely nights become, | |
And they appear | |
Like guiding lights above me, | |
And show the way to where my soul belongs. | |
I' ve been away so long just walkin' in the rain, | |
And there' s no shelter anywhere that I can take. | |
' til You say, " Come on in, | |
Your boots are worn and filthy | |
So I' m comin' in, | |
To wash my weary soul | |
I' m coming home, | |
Where I am always welcome | |
I' m coming home, | |
To where my soul belongs, | |
I' m coming home | |
Into my Father' s arms. |
zuò cí : Daughters Of Davis Jake Isaac Philippa Hanna | |
zuò qǔ : Daughters Of Davis Jake Isaac Philippa Hanna | |
I' m coming home, | |
Where food is on the table, | |
I' m coming home, | |
Where the fire is always on, | |
I' m coming home, | |
Where the door is always open, | |
The bed is made, | |
And I can rest my heavy bones. | |
I' ve been away so long just walkin' in the rain, | |
And there' s no shelter anywhere that I can take. | |
' til You say, " Come on in, | |
Your boots are worn and filthy | |
So I' m comin' in, | |
To wash my weary soul | |
I' m coming home, | |
Where I am always welcome | |
I' m coming home, | |
Into my Father' s arms. | |
When I look up, | |
The stars that shine so brightly | |
However dark the lonely nights become, | |
And they appear | |
Like guiding lights above me, | |
And show the way to where my soul belongs. | |
I' ve been away so long just walkin' in the rain, | |
And there' s no shelter anywhere that I can take. | |
' til You say, " Come on in, | |
Your boots are worn and filthy | |
So I' m comin' in, | |
To wash my weary soul | |
I' m coming home, | |
Where I am always welcome | |
I' m coming home, | |
To where my soul belongs, | |
I' m coming home | |
Into my Father' s arms. |