AD - Wandering Spirit lyrics

I've been waiting for streets paved with gold Staying alive, but numb from the cold Drifting away, for the bent of the flesh is to stray Lord, help me obey Falling, but His gentle hand Lifts me again, and helps me to stand How can it be, there is so much rebellion in me Oh, Lord set me free The lamp is burning, the table prepared For the wayfaring son's coming home Oh, Holy Father come dwell in this place Or my wandering spirit will roam Father of Lights, no shadow of change Giving Your life, for mine in exchange Scarlet to white, You have given my blind eyes their sight Lord, make me contrite The lamp is burning, the table prepared For the wayfaring son's coming home Oh, Holy Father come dwell in this place Or my wandering spirit will roam On Your cross I died, justice satisfied With my Lord I rose, and the living water flows The lamp is burning, the table prepared For the wayfaring son's coming home Oh, Holy Father come dwell in this place Or my wandering spirit will roam