Oh lord how I've tried to live for the truthnThough I've rarely strayed, I have strayed from younI've done bad things and I've been depressednBut I'm not coming home because I never leftnnSo I sing this praise to a higher unknownnAnd ask that you love me as you'd love a sonnI've done bad things with what I've been blessednI'm not coming home because I never leftnnShow mercy on me when I am worn downnAnd I'll bathe the feet of those who surroundnPlease grant me sleep or some kind of restnWhen I'm worn down...nnI've shown my disdain for your mistreated wordsnI've turned a deaf ear, but with the other I've heardnThough I've done things that are best left unsaidnI'm not coming home because I never left