The Prodigal Son

Come home to the Father and open the door

Come home to the Father and wander no more

Come home to your mansions, come home to your lamps

The lamps have been lighted by welcoming hands

The riotous living, the greed, and the gold

Betrayed you and left you in famine and cold

Oh traveller throw off your garment of dreams

The fears and the failures, the heartaches and schemes

The Father will give you a rope and a ring

A banquet of gladness, a sweet song to sing

Oh lift the latch key and open the door

Come home to the Father and wander no more

Come home to the Father and wander no more