The Wayward Son

He was born far away from home

In a troubled place in a distant land

He was guided by a reason as he searched for the truth

Questioning life as he tried to understand

Just who he was

Discipled by philosophy

A dead end street with no way through

Trusting education as the key to his soul

But the room that it opened held no clue

To who he was

And the Wayward Son kept looking

For a path to lead him home

A new age revelation to give him hope

And the Wayward Son kept learning

But the wisdom never came

And he searched for years to find out

Who he was

At forty he was born again

In a peaceful place in a familiar land

Sheltered by a grace God revealed His truth

And day by day he grew to comprehend

Just who he was

Refashioned by the hand of love

In the image of God's only son

He was freed from the fall with the curse in

The dust

In Christ he found the essence

Of just who he was

And the Wayward Son stopped looking

For a path to lead him home

He received a revelation that gave him hope

And the Wayward Son stopped yearning

For the wisdom of the wind

And he began to find out

Who he was

As a newborn son I'm walking

On the path that leads me home

You know the spirit's revelation gives me hope

As a newborn son I'm growing

In the wisdom of God's plan

I must lose myself to find out

Who I am

I am no longer the Wayward Son