Prodigal (the Father’s Love)

Once I was in a distant land
There I sat with no food to eat
Hungry, poor and incomplete

Yet you threw your arms round me
And a robe to me you gave
Put shoes on my feet
I’m a son that you save
And O what a party you gave
As you welcomed me back home
And your love and your love has made me whole, again
For your, for love has made me whole.

For now this son has come back home
And I trust that I no more will roam
For it’s better, it’s better here with you.

Help us not to sulk outside
And always remember we’re your child
For your love for you love is always ours.