Coming Home

I was roaming I was the roaming kind I travelled every highway Of the human mind In abundance I found receding bliss I found a moment's briefness In a woman's kiss But I'm coming home I found the narrow gateway My burden's light And my yoke is easy In His humble heart I found my peace and rest I'm straying no more My home is you, my Lord They told me That I could not return Too many highways travelled Too many bridges burnt And I gave up I was about to drown When this human's goodness Turned it all around And I'm coming home I found the narrow gateway My burden's light And my yoke is easy In His humble heart I found my peace and rest I'm straying no more My home is you, my Lord --- Coming Home - Johnny Red & the Prayerhouse People