Rich Mullins - Growing Young

I've gone so far from my home
I've seen the world and I have known
So many secrets I wish now I did not know

'Cause they have crept into my heart
They have left it cold and dark and bleeding
Bleeding and falling apart

And everybody used to tell me big boys don't cry
Well, I've been around enough to know that that was the lie
That held back the tears in the eyes of a thousand prodigal sons

Well, we are children no more, we have sinned and grown old
And our Father still waits and He watches down the road
To see the crying boys come running back to His arms
And be growing young, growing young

I've seen silver turn to dross
Seen the very best there ever was
And I'll tell You, it ain't worth what it costs

And I remember my Father's house
What I wouldn't give right now, just to see Him
And hear Him tell me that He loves me so much

And everybody used to tell me big boys don't cry
Well, I've been around enough to know that that was the lie
That held back the tears in the eyes of a thousand prodigal sons

Well, we are children no more, we have sinned and grown old
And our Father still waits and He watches down the road
To see the crying boys come running back to His arms

And when I thought that I was all alone
It was Your voice I heard calling me back home
And I wonder now, Lord
What it was that made me wait so long

And what kept You waiting for me all that time
Was Your love stronger than my foolish pride?
Will You take me back now
Take me back and let me be Your child

'Cause I've been broken now, I've been saved
I've learned to cry and I've learned how to pray
I'm learning, I'm learning even I can be change

And everybody used to tell me big boys don't cry
Well, I've been around enough to know that that was the lie
That held back the tears in the eyes of a thousand prodigal sons

Well, we are children no more, we have sinned and grown old
And our Father still waits and He watches down the road
To see the crying boys come running back to His arms
And be growing young, no, no, no, growing young
No, no, no, growing young

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