In my father’s house I was living
In mercy and grace   	
Till I took my share of his wealth
To a distant place      	
(I left my family                           					
So I could be free)x2		
And pursue my own ways         				          	

I set off for a distant country
So far away
My life was wild and more wasteful
With every day 
(Satan deceived me
Attacked and beat me)x2
He threw me in the flames

I became slave to my many sins
And evil deeds
Trying to fill my desires
Paying no heed
(I wasted my fortune
With no thought or caution)x2
And found myself in need

After I had spent everything
I was in need
To those who saw me in those days
I was dead indeed 
(They forgot the old feasts
Days that had long ceased)x2
And left me to my misery

I asked one of the citizens
To have mercy on me
Give me the most despicable job
I will agree 
(He sent me to his field
The swine I had to feed)x2
Their food I longed to eat

I came to myself immediately
To repentance
Went back to my father to ask him
To forgive my sins
(And when he saw me
He ran towards me)x2
And called me beloved son

O sinner listen to me 
And my story
Repent, return to Your Father
In great hurry 
(You’ll find joy and peace
That will never cease)x2
In the shadow of His glory

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In My Father's House (Song of the Prodigal Son)

Coptic Lighthouse is a youth group from St. Mark Coptic Orthodox Church of Washington, D.C. who hope to provide some light in a dark and stormy world through praising the True Light, our Lord Jesus Christ.  

“Oh, send out Your light and Your truth! Let them lead me; Let them bring me to Your holy hill And to Your tabernacle.”
Psalms 43:3