by Guest » Fri May 08, 2009 11:01 pm
Hi Dean Milley
I recall that song from a few of Jimmy Swaggart's albums. I used to have it in one of his songbooks, but it wore out many years ago.
These words are as close as my 'old' memory can get. Hope they help. Exact words MAY not always be critical, cuz we're always after the message in the song, too?
Clayton
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When I look back to yesterday, and upon the many years I wasted. And I think about the many nights of hunger I spent out in the cold.
I remember warming by the fire, at Father's house, the food and how it tasted. Thinkin' bout the life I'm leading, is needing love and love's back there at home.
Chorus
It's over now. Its over I'm going home. It's over no,w it won't be long The prisons of my past, couldn't hold me I'm free at last. My Father I see Him now, waiting for me. It's over now.
I can almost hear my father saying, go kill the fatted calf and spread the table. Then go and tell the singers to prepare to sing the Welcome Song. Then bring the finest ring of gold, and with it, bring the finest robe of sable. To place upon the cold and weary shoulders of my child, he's coming home.
Chorus
It's over now. Its over I'm going home. It's over no,w it won't be long The prisons of my past, couldn't hold me I'm free at last. My Father I see Him now, waiting for me. It's over now.
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I'll see if I can also send these to your email through the link above.
Hi Dean Milley
I recall that song from a few of Jimmy Swaggart's albums. I used to have it in one of his songbooks, but it wore out many years ago.
These words are as close as my 'old' memory can get. Hope they help. Exact words MAY not always be critical, cuz we're always after the message in the song, too?
Clayton
----------------------
When I look back to yesterday, and upon the many years I wasted. And I think about the many nights of hunger I spent out in the cold.
I remember warming by the fire, at Father's house, the food and how it tasted. Thinkin' bout the life I'm leading, is needing love and love's back there at home.
Chorus
It's over now. Its over I'm going home. It's over no,w it won't be long The prisons of my past, couldn't hold me I'm free at last. My Father I see Him now, waiting for me. It's over now.
I can almost hear my father saying, go kill the fatted calf and spread the table. Then go and tell the singers to prepare to sing the Welcome Song. Then bring the finest ring of gold, and with it, bring the finest robe of sable. To place upon the cold and weary shoulders of my child, he's coming home.
Chorus
It's over now. Its over I'm going home. It's over no,w it won't be long The prisons of my past, couldn't hold me I'm free at last. My Father I see Him now, waiting for me. It's over now.
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I'll see if I can also send these to your email through the link above.