I look into heaven and what do I see
A light shining there for me
A light shining with such a sweet glow
It is saying sinner please come home
Come home the weary, ragged, and worn
Come home my son into my land
Let me guide you with my hand
Come the down trodden and the oppressed
Come and rest upon my breast
The light invites me in and does not
hinder me for sin
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