Carry Me Home

[Verse 1]
I’ve been staring at this ceiling
Counting cracks like all my sins
Every prayer I tried to whisper
Got lost somewhere in the wind
I’ve been burned by my own choices
Smoke still clinging to my clothes
If there’s a light out in that distance
Lord, I’m ready to come home
[Chorus]
Jesus, carry me home
Send an angel to collect my soul
I’m tired and I’m worn
I’ve done my time in hell below
Come for me now
Wrap your arms around me when I’m low
Take my pain away
Jesus, carry me home
[Verse 2]
I see faces I’ve forgiven
And some I never got to meet
Empty chair at mama’s table
Boots no longer by my feet
I have stumbled through the fire
I have crawled through every storm
If Your grace can reach this far down
Let it lift me, Lord
[Chorus]
Jesus, carry me home
Send an angel to collect my soul
I’m tired and I’m worn
I’ve done my time in hell below
Come for me now
Wrap your arms around me when I’m low
Take my pain away
Jesus, carry me home
[Bridge]
If there’s a gate and it’s golden
Or just Your hand in the dark
I don’t need a mansion
Just a place in Your heart
If this is my last breath
Let it rise like a hymn
As my eyes are slowly closing
Let me fall into You again
[Chorus]
Jesus, carry me home
Send an angel to collect my soul
I’m tired and I’m worn
I’ve done my time in hell below
Come for me now
Wrap your arms around me when I let go
Take my pain away
Jesus, carry me home
Take my pain away
Jesus, carry me home

country, Stripped, intimate country ballad with male vocals; gentle fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft pedal steel swells. Verse sits close and confessional, almost spoken, with subtle upright bass. Chorus blooms with warm harmonies and organ pad, drums entering lightly with brushes. Final chorus pulls back to near a cappella on the title line, ending on a held, bittersweet note and lingering guitar chord., soul, emotional, heartfelt