let me tell you a story
about a boy who was fully broken
and every breath seemed so hard to take
when everybody saw him
they knew that he had fallen
that something there was eating him away
As he washed away
there was nothing he could say
he was robbed of all the hope he had
his mother and his father saw that he was shattered
but there words could not break through his chains
It took some time before his hope came
I'm finding my way home
from where i'm cold and alone
when the fog is clear and my last tear has fallen
when i can take a breath
an know its not the last
when storm is calm and my wounds are healing
it won't be long before i hear you calling
im finding my way home
Can i tell you a secret
about what that boy needed
He needed a community of grace
although it wasnt easy
he needed to believe in
a deeper love that break through is chains.
And when it felt to far away
he would try to ignore the pain
but the wounded have a limp for a reason
he just wanted hope to believe in
and soon enough it came his way
I'm finding my way home
from where i'm cold and alone
when the fog is clear and my last tear has fallen
when i can take a breath
an know its not the last
when storm is calm and my wounds are healing
it won't be long before i hear you calling
im finding my way home
I was driving in my car
screaming out from my heart
that i needed help
i needed a way out
And i heard your voice so loud
telling me to calm
telling me that you would bring home
That i'm not alone and you are always there
so now im finding my way home today
