Leaves are falling
Grace is calling me home
To my Father
To my Lord
Sin to be remembered no more.
The calf prepared
The party has started
My Father rejoices
His son has come home.
The coldness has gone
The warmness has come
Lighting a fire
Now I am home.
The desire anew
My heart beating fast
I’ll live for my Savior
And come home at last.
Oh, the joy!
Oh, the happiness!
I am my Savior’s
And my Savior is mine!
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