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Father, you know, I’ve gone my own way. I took what’s mine; I just couldn’t stay.
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I felt I was missing out on something; I took a road to a distant place.
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But father I still think often of you- and of your house full of love for me.
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Your family, the atmosphere, and your presence sweet: 
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these thoughts draw my heart so tenderly.


Father, you know, all that you gave me– is gone. I spent it the world to see.
It’s joys and pleasures seduced and lured me, but lasting joy’s still eluding me.
And so I muse on your house, dear Father: both peace and joy are abundant there.
Around me here I seem to see only misery-
The joy from home’s but a memory. 


Father, surely you know of famine. I am so hungry it gnaws within.
I could eat food from this filthy pig pen. 
We all are dying here in our sin.
But father, why should I let this happen? Your house is so full of wealth and food.
Even the servants serving you, have more than I do.
O father, I must return to you!


Father, you know that I’m so weary- beat up and filthy- yet now I come.
I’m full of shame for the years I’ve wasted. I’m now not worthy to be your son.
But is that you, father, I see running? From far away you did notice me.
How can you still embrace me now, kiss me tenderly? 
Compassion like this, I’ve never seen.


Father, you know the depth of my sin against the heavens and before you.
Unexpectedly, you have received me. I hear no judgement- but just mercy.
Bring out the best robe! Bring him the sandals! And put the ring on my lost son’s hand.
Bring out the calf for us to eat and let’s have a feast! Come now rejoice with me merrily!
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Because this son of mine was dead and lives, and he was lost and was found
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Father, You know

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