The Prodigal

I m coming home to you my father

I am the prodigal please forgive me

I m coming home

But I am not worthy

To be your child let me be your servant

A fathers heart filled with love

That forgives me even if I don t deserve

Gods heart is like a fathers heart

He is longing for me to coming home

I did not want to obey you father

I did not want to see

That your thoughts were love

And you gave to me all your gifts and blessings

I did not want to see the tears in your eyes

Away from you life seemed so easy

Each day I did what I choosed to do

But my friends were just approaching me

When my money was gone

They left me too

Then I stood alone everything lost

And I had to work as a servant

I had to eat food of pigs remembering how good you are

And I went home not feeling worthy

To be in your house as a servant

But you were waiting there for me to come

And you are calling me:  my son