The story is told in the Scriptures of old,
How a young man left his home.
Traded his life and the Father’s love,
For dreams that were bright in his mind.
Away to a far and distant land,
To fickle friends that he found.
Wasted his life and fortune there,
And ended up feeding swine.
Alone and far away from home,
A famine was in the land.
He would feign have eaten the husks,
That he fed to the swine.
His heart, it yearned for home,
And His Father’s bosom blessed.
He cried and said, “I will arise,
And go to my Father’s home.
Coming home.
Coming home.
Coming home.
Coming home Today.
As He was still a long way off,
His Father looked and saw,
His wandering boy now coming home.
He welcomed him with joy.
And so today there’s many a one,
That’s wandered away from home,
And turned their backs on God’s great love,
To make a way of their own.
So, if you have wandered away,
And your dreams have fled and gone,
The husks of life is bitter now,
And your heart does yearn for home,
Remember the Father that welcomed home,
The one that had wandered away.
With arms outstretched each day God waits,
To welcome the wanderer home.
Coming home.
Coming home.
Coming home.
Coming home Today.
Frank Patterson