Come Home

 

Come Home
By W A Zamorano
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Come home, come home
To the Father’s house
The Father is waiting
With His arms stretched out.
Come home, come home
To the Father’s house
There’s no condemnation
Your sins are wiped out.

God’s calling all prodigals
Both near and far
Return to your first love
From right where you are!

 

Come home, come home
To the Father’s house
There’ll be celebration
And a victory shout.
Come home, come home
To the Father’s house
There’ll be restoration
Of that do not doubt.

God’s calling all prodigals
Both near and far
Return to your first love
From right where you are!

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