I toss and turn and try to sleep
The Lord of host calls his sheep
Babies cry and mothers weep
He calls to take them home
He spreads His arms, all so wide
His strength to draw them near
Their violently clutching to a world
That only brought them tears.
So long His children wandered
So far from His embrace
So many that was misled
Will never see His face.
Now His time has come
He takes what belongs to Him
To full fill His righteousness
Washing away their sins,
Washing away their sins.
peter
The Lord of host calls his sheep
Babies cry and mothers weep
He calls to take them home
He spreads His arms, all so wide
His strength to draw them near
Their violently clutching to a world
That only brought them tears.
So long His children wandered
So far from His embrace
So many that was misled
Will never see His face.
Now His time has come
He takes what belongs to Him
To full fill His righteousness
Washing away their sins,
Washing away their sins.
peter
