Wayne Watson   Psalm 139:7-12/Isaiah 50:2  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  Chorus  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  Repeat Chorus  My capacity for creative sin is never extended part God's  capacity for restoration.