Lord, show me the road that takes me home.
I’m lost and afraid and very alone.
I long for the place where peace can be found.
Show me the way to my sacred ground,
a place made holy because you are there,
the quiet pasture of your love and care.
Lord, guide me to the path that takes me home.
I’ve lost my way; I’m on my own.
I need to feel the joy once more,
the kind that touches the deepest core,
the place where hope and healing meet,
where love and grace overcome defeat.
Is there room for me at the table there?
Is there space, do you think, for an extra chair?
I don’t deserve a welcome hand,
my life has not followed a sensible plan,
but today, for reasons I don’t understand,
I stand before you a different man.
I’ll take the chance that love lives still.
Is that the road, Lord, just over the hill?
To the left? To the right? I’ll follow your lead.
I’m finished with my arrogant, insistence greed.
I just want to knock on the front porch door,
and find the love that I knew before.
Lord, show me the road that takes me home.
I’m so very tired of being alone.
Shining Spirit 
From my view you have no error and I would willing give you at the table my chair.
What a kind gesture. But you will be at the head table.