God of the Open Arms

the saint and the sinner
 the wise and foolish
 the poet and the preacher
 they're all coming home
 they're all coming home
 the lover and the leaver
 the drunkard and the prophet
 the student and the teacher
 they're all coming home
 they're all coming home
 But I keep coming back for all the wrong reasons
 i may be on my knees, but in my heart there's treason
 Still you run
 with open arms
 And a burning heart
 open arms
 and i can start
 to understand
 who I am, in who you are
 God of the open arms
 i am such a martyr
 for things that just don't matter
 i'm amazed you even bother
 but still I'm coming home
 still I'm coming home
 you know I'm coming back for all the wrong reasons
 you know i am a sinner in my heart there's treason
 but still you run
 with open arms
 And a burning heart
 open arms
 and i can start
 to understand
 who I am, in who you are
 Oh with open arms
 And a burning heart
 open arms
 and i can start
 to understand
 who I am, in who you are
 God of the open arms
 in your arms, oh there are 10, 000 charms