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A CHILD HAS COME HOME by Gene Minix There is rejoicing in heaven. A child has come home. Out of the father's will Wrong places he chose to roam. How it broke the father's heart To see his child drift away. But there's rejoicing in heaven. The child has returned home today. The world promised the child riches. And, oh, the promises that were told. But the peace that comes from God Is worth more than all the world's gold. Soon his money was all gone And all his so called friends, too. And down in a hog pen about as low as could be That, my friend, is just what the devil will do to you. So lonely and so sad The child was on that day. But there in the stink of the hog pen, On his knees he started to pray. I've sinned against you, Father, The young man did say. And he got up from the dirty mire And started on his way. Would his father receive him again? He wondered as he went. Nothing but rags on his back. All his gold had been spent. He'd tell his father he was sorry For all the wrongs he had done. But would his father receive him? Would he still call him son? As he made his way down the lane With tears his eyes were dim. He could hardly believe what he saw When the father came running to him. The father had compassion on the son. His love had never dimmed. The young man had repented and come home And the father placed his best robe on him. Bring the fatted calf, let us eat and be merry To the servants the father did say. For my son was dead and now is alive. He was lost but is found today. And there is rejoicing in heaven. A child has returned home. Out of the father's will Wrong places he chose to roam. How it broke the father's heart To see his child drift away. But there's rejoicing in heaven. The child has returned home today. © Copyright 2012, by Gene Minix. All rights reserved. See the story of the Prodigal Son. Luke 15: 11-32. |
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