Coming Home

The poem was inspired by the parable of the prodigal son, and by Casting Crowns' song "Prodigal".

Coming Home

To eat the husks of corn was bad,
But I found ways to gulp them down;
It was when I saw how I wasted
The happy days when I was rich,
That lust is worse than eating dust,
I soon was gazing back towards home—

I know my chance of love is nil,
But just to serve is good enough;
I long to see my home again
Yet don’t deserve the slightest welcome—
I need to hold to something real,
But have I nerve to face my father?

But Daddy, I am coming home,
Make me a slave to wash your feet,
I need no welcome, just a home,
No other favor will I ask…
I want no gifts, nor even love—
I know you gave too much already;

But deep inside, I know I need
A love that sees past all I’ve done;
I really come for just the chance
Of finding peace within forgiveness…
If… you possibly would dare…
To run to me with open arms…