My Son Is Home

I asked of You vile thing of greed
I took and left with grievous speed
Though, love of Yours, it planted seed
For You, convinced I had no need

I run, I run away
But, gone, I cannot stay
You chase, You chase me down
And turn me back around
In my heart, my heart it gnaws
Your love, Your love it draws
To my home, my home You bring
You run with joy, with joy You sing
My son is home
My son is home
Prodigal no more
My son is home

I sat afar in great despair
For gone was all, hungry, bare
My food, with pigs, was all to share
With shame, I knew that You would care

I bend my neck
I bow my head
I lay me down
No words are said
As a servant I approach
Yet You give me feast
As a slave I give my life
You kiss and embrace me
The prodigal son
Your prodigal son
You give a ring
With joy You sing

My son is home
My son is home
Prodigal no more
My son is home