I'm Not Coming Home

Oh lord how I've tried to live for the truth And I've rarely strayed, I have strayed from you And I've done bad things with what I've been blessed I'm not coming home, no; I never left So I sing this praise to a higher unknown And ask that you love me as you'd love a son Though I have strayed, and I've been depressed I'm not coming home, no; I never left Show mercy on me when I am worn down And I'll bathe the feet of those who surround Please grant me sleep or some kind of rest When I'm worn down I've shown my disdain for your mistreated words I've turned a deaf ear, with the other I'm heard Though I've done things that are best left unsaid I'm not coming home, no; I never left I'm not coming home, no; I never left I'm not coming home, no; I never left