Prodigal from Parabolic by Richard Jensen

A man had two sons, the youngest one said: 'I am going'
'Give me my share of property that is coming'
He soon went away, squandered his wealth in wild living
Fell into need, longed for pig's feed, he had nothing

'The servants of my father have abundance
Yet here I perish hungry and alone
I will arise and go back in repentance
And say that I have sinned, I'm not his son.'

I'm coming home...
I'm coming home...

But in the distance, you saw me
Before I could say I was wrong
In compassion, you ran straight towards me
Kissed me and embraced me as your son

Dressed in your robe
Shoes on my feet
A ring on my hand
The best food to eat
Dead but now living
Lacking for nothing
I thought I was going
But now I'm coming home...

I'm coming home...
I'm coming home...

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