Long I’ve been on my own, far from my Father’s home,

Long I’ve been on my own, far from my Father’s home, Living a destitute life of wandering. I’ve lived dissolutely, I am full of misery. All my inheritance I’ve been squandering.

There have been many tears along with many fears Since I wandered away from my Father. I am a prodigal with a living abysmal, Since I wandered away from my Father.

What am I doing here? Stuck in want, without cheer, I am wasting away from my Father. Back home all are well fed—everyone abounds in bread— From the wealth in the house of my Father.

Though I went far abroad, sinned against man and God, I desire to return to my Father! I am now coming home, nevermore again to roam. I am coming back home to my Father!

Still a long way off, I look up—to my surprise— There is my Father running to meet me! Then on my neck he falls, and despite all my shortfalls, He starts to kiss me affectionately.

I regret all I’ve done; I’m an unworthy son, Yet my dear Father is full of mercy! The best robe He gives me… a ring… sandals for my feet; And He feeds me—I’m no longer hungry!

Oh what joy to be here! Back with my Father dear! I am no longer far from my Father! Father, how I love You! And I know You love me too. Here in Your house I will dwell forever!