You held out your arms, I walked away
Insolent, I spurned your face.
Squandering the gifts you gave to me
Holding close forbidden things.
Destitute, a rebel still
A fool in all my pride
The world I once enjoyed is death to me
No joy, no hope, no life.
Where now are the friends that I had bought?
Gone with every penny lost.
What hope could there be for such as I?
Sold out to a world of lies.
Oh to see Your face again!
It seems so distant now.
Could it be that You would take me back...
a servant in your house?
You held out Your arms
I see them still-
You never left, You never will.
Running to embrace me - now I know
Your cords of love will always hold.
Mercy's robe, a ring of grace-
Such favor undeserved.
You sing over me and celebrate,
The rebel now Your child!
