Lord Bring Me Home

But I hear you calling through the storm, A voice that knows me, keeps me warm. Lord, bring me home where I belong, Where broken hearts are made whole and strong. I'm laying down what I've been holding on my own. Lord, bring me home. I built walls around this weary soul of mine, Thought I could heal these wounds within enough time. But every door I close, you're standing just outside, With open arms that never ask me why.