Home
Come one, come all
The bold, the beautiful
The meek bystanders
The mighty heroes
Come home everyone
Come to the place
Where the truth wins out
Where the masks fall,
The facades burn, and
The walls crumble
The place where we are all the same
Yet vastly different
One but many
Fallen yet redeemed
Come one, come all
To the place
Where we all belong
Come home sinners and come home saints
Come to the place we all call home
Come sit at the table to eat bread and drink wine
Come home and rest in the land of creation
Come home and be with your Father
Forever my own, AS
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