Songtexte: Dirt Poor Robins. Finally Home.

Ashes at our feet
Hours turn to sand
Hear the curse cry out
The blood is on our hands

So what can we gain?
All our grasping for the wind
And where is meaning to be found?
If this life is all we have
All we have

Still hope cannot forget
We sojourn but a while
This life cannot be kept
But on the other side

Something better, something more
Someone there worth living for
Raise the dead my Savior calls

I'm finally home
I can look at Your face
And no longer wonder
I know Your embrace
It's more than a vision
This hope that I hold
You're truly the Father
And I am Your own
I'm finally home


Finally home
Something better, something more
Someone there worth dying for
Raise the dead my Savior calls

I'm finally home
I can look at Your face
And no longer wonder
I know Your embrace
It's more than a vision
This hope that I hold
You're truly the Father
And I am Your own

I'm finally home
I can look at Your face
And no longer wonder
I know Your embrace
It's more than a vision
This hope that I hold
You're truly the Father
And I am Your own
I'm finally home

I'm finally home