Come Home (Clark G. Gilbert) [Apr 2026]

Thirty years away, a soul adrift, Parking lot prayers, a quiet shift. One note of love, a bishop’s hand, A daughter found her way back home again. Come home, come home, the Savior calls, His arms are open, waiting for us all. No matter how far, no matter how long, His tender mercy turns the heart back home. A father weighed by doubt and fear, A simple visit, a message clear: “You don’t have to be perfect to belong, Just come and feel where you truly belong.” Come home, come home, the Savior calls, His arms are open, waiting for us all. No matter how far, no matter how long, His tender mercy turns the heart back home. Traditions hold, or questions weigh, But Jesus repairs what sin has frayed. He’s the Redeemer, the Repairer too, Calling every wandering soul to You. A family sealed where once they strayed, A mother’s faith that never faded. The invitation echoes soft and true, The Savior whispers, “I am waiting for you.” Come home, come home, the Savior calls, His arms are open, waiting for us all. No matter how far, no matter how long, His tender mercy turns the heart back home. So come home… come home… The light is on, you’re not alone. His voice is calling, soft and sweet, “Come home, my child, come home and meet.”