home.

Phil Wickham is, in a word, genius.

This song is so beautiful, so poignant, so perfect...

I for one need to have my calloused heart stripped away...it is time for me to come home. If there is one thing I have learned, it is that, as wonderful as it is, human love is flawed. It is imperfect, incomplete, never enough. But the love of God, it is unfailing, perfect, more than enough. His heart is where all love starts...it's time to return.

Home.

Come riding on a rushing wind
Blow through our hair and touch our skin
I want to feel You now like I felt You then

Strip away my calloused heart
Set Your arrow hit Your mark
Bring me back to where love starts
Bring me back to where You are

Father I’m running Father I’m coming home
I cannot go on
Your child is running, Father I’m coming home
Back where I belong

I know You’ve heard this all before
When I’m down and crying on the floor
Saying I want You and nothing more

But I’m breaking in my heart tonight
I’ve tried to stand I’ve tried to fight
But I cannot see without Your light
No I cannot breathe without You

When I saw you I was ashamed
You were pure and I was stained
But You ran to me and You called my name
There were tears of joy upon Your face

It will never cease to amaze me, that I have a savior who runs to me, calling my name with tears of joy streaming down his face. What a love...

I pray that you would feel this love...that you would return home.