I've wandered far away from God, Now I'm coming home.
The path of sin too long I've trod. Lord,I'm coming home.
Our pastor had closed out a revival in this town and he boarded a
train to begin his journey home.
And so he sat down beside a young man,and he thought he would
start conversation by making a comment about the weather,but the
young man just didnt want to talk and so they road on.
After a little while the preacher heard the young man burst into
sobs, and so he leaned over and put his arm around him and he said
son I'm a minister and I'd like to help you in some way if I can.
The young man said yes preacher I need to talk to somebody. He said
you see some 3 years ago I became so mean. I went as far one day to
strike my dad with my fist. And my dad told me son you've just
grown so wicked that you're worrying your mother to death,and I'm
going to have to ask you to leave home.
For 2 long long years preacher I done just about everything that a
young man could do that was wrong.
But 2 weeks ago I knelt down at an old fashioned alter and God so
gloriously saved my soul. You know the first thing I thought of
preacher was my dear old mother, and dad and how I would love to go
And So I sat down and wrote my dad a letter. I told him if he could
just find it in his heart to forgive me that I would love to come
home, and I told him I would be on this train if he wanted me to
get off I would.
Now this kindly confused the preacher just a little bit he said son
how you gonna know that you've been forgiven, that your folks want
you to get off.
The young man said preacher I've lived beside these old railroad
tracks just about all my life. Out in our back yard stands a great
big old apple tree,and I told my dad if he could just find it in
his heart to forgive me just tie a white flag in that old apple
tree and I would get off the train.
Well again they rode on in silence, but it was'nt too long the young
man bust into tears again. He said preacher Im almost home,
almost home preacher, but I cant bare to look. The preacher said
thats alright son I will be your eyes, and I'll look for you.
And so he leaned over and wiped the fog away from the window.
A great Big ole smile come on his face.
He said son looks like you dont have a thing in the world to worry
about. Why it looks like that old apple trees in full bloom. It's
got white flags tied all over it son, but thats not all. Standing
under that old apple tree I see a dear old gray haired mother and
dad. They're not waving a white flag son, waving a great big old
white bed sheet. Saying come on home son, we still love you just
come on home.