Rich Mullins Album: The World as Best as I Remember It, Volume 2 Track: Growing Young
Growing Young Lyrics
Rich Mullins and Beaker Matthew 19:13-14, Luke 15:11-24
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 And I'm learning, I'm learning even I can be changed 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 Growing young
