Oh, the weary heart that wanders far, Chasing shadows, losing light, Building altars to the gods of dust, Forgetting mercy, grace, and life. But the idols fade, the gardens die, The oaks we loved will turn to dust, Yet the Father's arms are open wide, Calling prodigals to trust. Turn back, turn back to the Lord! Leave the ashes, find the flame, Every chain will break before Him, Every sinner knows His name. Oh, return to grace unshaken, Let His mercy make you whole, For what profit is the world gained, If it costs a weary soul? Oh, the pride of man will fall like leaves, Scattered in the winds of time, Yet the Word of God stands ever true, A refuge, strong and high. Come, all who thirst, come, all who stray, There is healing in His name! Lay down your idols, lay down your shame, And rise in love again! Turn back, turn back to the Lord! Leave the ashes, find the flame, Every chain will break before Him, Every sinner knows His name. Oh, return to grace unshaken, Let His mercy make you whole, For what profit is the world gained, If it costs a weary soul? Oh, the weary heart, hear His voice, Love is calling, love is near. Turn, return, and live again, For our God still wipes each tear.
