What are you
doing in this hog pen young man?
Go back to the fatherís house as fast as you
Your loving father has been in constant
And heís patiently waiting to welcome you
Just look at you Son.
Youíre the child of the King.
And you certainly werenít expected to do such
As stray from your upbringing and break Godís
Youíre the most pitiful sight man ever saw.
So, quickly arise now and be on your way.
ĎTis folly to consider any further delay,
Son, many prayers have gone up on your behalf.
They are ready now to kill the fatted calf!
Ah, who is that coming with great joy,
To welcome back home his wandering boy?
For sure itís the father with a forgiving
And tears of relief are beginning to start!
Ah, take off that tattered garment,
All covered with sinís stains.
Put on a kingly robe.
Thereís royalty in your veins!
Son, memories of the hog pen,
Can be left far behind,
As within fatherís house,
Contentment you find!
Robert F. Dotson © 2007
Evening, and morning, and at noon,
will I pray,
and cry aloud: and he shall
hear my voice.