Coming Home

Six years old in that little red dress

Followed my mama in her Sunday best.

Grandma playin' those ivory keys,

I run to her and she gives me a wink,

Then kisses my cheek softly.

We've loved and we've lost but we keep prayin' on

Raising our hands to the Lord

If heaven's as good as they claim it to be,

God knows I'm coming home.

Husbands and wives have said I do,

Babies cryin' in the wooden pews.

Tears of laughter and tears of joy,

Others have dropped to their knees,

Asking for a miracle please.

We've loved and we've lost but we keep prayin' on

Raising our hands to the Lord.

If heaven's as good as they claim it to be,

God knows I'm coming....home.

These old walls brick showing its age

Stained glass shining through the window pane

But the cross hanging high staying strong

We've loved and we've lost but we keep prayin on

Raising our hands to the Lord.

If heaven's as good as they claim it to be

God knows I'm coming home,

God knows I'm coming home.

Six years old in that little red dress,

Followed my mama in her Sunday best.