for prodigals only

Welcome Home

Written by David Ravenhill

The day that you saw me, tormented and torn
Filthy, defeated, addicted to porn
You ran and embraced me, then kissed me for joy
And shouted to all, "It's him, it's my boy"
You gave me the robe, the ring, and the shoes
And all I required you did not refuse
You called for a feast, my thought was for bread
Your unfailing love, raised me from the dead
This lesson I learned while I was apart
I asked from your hand and not from your heart
No longer forsaken, rejected, alone
You cleansed and restored me, and said,
"Welcome home"