A million dark alleys you can hide in Dig a tunnel to the center of the earth Convinced you've got nobody to confide in Got you questioning the sum of what you're worth People label you the black sheep of the family Come collect upon your prodigal reward
[Chorus:] 'Cause you can never outrun Or go beyond the reaches Of the long arm of the Lord
I've been ashamed--I've been humbled and forgiven I've been chastened by my Father's loving hand But still, at times, I go on with my evil It seems to constitute the nature of a man But forgiveness is as close as my confession And my sin amputated by His sword
If He gave to me all that I deserve This could be my final breath But with compassion in His eyes He's drawing me home Into His arms--Into His tender arms of rest There are pagans at the corners of creation Making light of the salvation that we know And with a small, narrow mind I give them over To the passion of the Godless seed they sow But, in truth, we have just as much potential To be Godly and perfected by the Word
[Chorus] My capacity for creative sin is never extended Part God's capacity for restoration.