Verily Father

surely you know his name On my way I did not make home today Loves me and all the same though his heart I pained on my way I did not make it home today Missing his forgiving embaces oh his grace not worthy to be called his son anyway for I ran to an uttermost place though time fades remembering kind but fiery eyes Weak and weary I fell on my face Just to wash his feet with tears the dirt away I did not make home today for racing to my side his arms opened wide I'll never be the same again loving Zeal meet me upon my face in the field