I was a constant prodigal
Dwelling in a foreign land
Hiding, content in the blessings
I carried in my close-fisted hand
Then you called me back to your family
Back from the land of despair
For you led me into the hunger
For your love that always was there
It’s not for the blessings
It’s not for the gifts
But all for the Father’s love
It’s not just community
Not just a family
But a taste of Heaven on Earth
Come to the Father through Jesus the Son
Come back to the calling you’ve been running from
Your Father is waiting with arms open wide
To welcome you back to the table where you are his beloved
The love of the Father is a prodigal love
Lavish, unsparing, and free