He Came Back Home
Dishevelled and disgraced
With faltering steps he traced
The way back home.
His lean frame a silhouette
Which his father's eyes had
met
As he came back home
He had squandered all he had
And now in torn rags was clad
As he came back home
He had drunk the finest wine
But then shared the food of
swine
So he came back home
He bowed his head in shame
When his father, running, came
To lead him home
The tears poured down his face
Held by his fathers strong
embrace
Who whispered "son, you're
home"
His son said, falling to his
knees,
"It is to serve you father,
please.
That I have come back home"
" It is not right you call me son,
For I have sinned in all I've
done
Since I left home"
"Son, for this day I've yearned,
And at last you have returned,
To your true home"
"Yes, you had turned away
from me
But now your sinful ways you
see,
And you have come back
home"
"So we will feast and trumpet
sound
For he I thought was lost, is
found
And now is home"
So for all who read these lines
Who choose darkness over light
Know your failings and your
crimes
Don't keep you from your
Fathers sight
For he watches and he waits
For that figure on the hill
That with repentant heart
Humbly seeks the Father still
And his arms will open wide
As you whisper " Lord, forgive"
He will stem your tearful tide
And bring you Home to live.
Copyright © Mike Miller | Year Posted 2013
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