Ashamed of myself, with ragged clothes
and stripped of all dignity,
Nowhere to turn, my father's house
will be my next destiny.
At my return I will present
myself humbly as a slave.
I will work for my Father;
I will learn how to behave.
I began to walk the road,
dragging my two tired feet along.
Back to the only place I knew,
and felt that I belong.
In my mind a mix-up of words:
“What am I going to say?”
I became a stranger,
the day I turned my own way.
As I came over the hill
I saw my father standing there.
Could it be that He is waiting…?
Could it be that he still cares?
As He began to run towards me,
I outrun my fear of rejection.
Through the tears I could read
on his face His love and affection.
Before I could fall at His feet,
He threw His arms around me.
Forgiven was my stupidity;
all over my face He kissed me.
Once blind — through spectacles of grace I can now clearly see.
I have sinned against you father,
please forgive me!
I followed my own ways thinking
that I could make it on my own.
Alone and stripped of all self-worth,
I hesitated to come home.
Now my heart rejoices, and I
never want to leave you again.
May this joyous moment be
forever tattooed in my brain.
My child, many times I dreamt
of this moment, to see you again.
The emptiness in my heart was filled
with concern for your wellbeing.
How can a father forget and refrain
from caring for his own?
How can a father’s heart come to rest,
when a child strays from home?
I prayed for you,
awaiting your return everyday.
Set up a memorial
because my son came home today!
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