I stand one eye toward heaven, the other trained upon
The far away horizon, though you have long been gone
Some tell me not to bother, I’ll have a heart attack
But I cannot forget you, I long to have you back
It hurts to know you’re wayward, I still can see your face
Once innocent and joyful, still living in my place
Perhaps you feel you’re too stained, oh only if you knew!
My child, my child, I love you, despite what you’ve been through
If only I could hold you and shower you with grace
The past I would not mention, your shame would be erased
I’d run and fall upon you, if you were drawing near
I’d wash the dirt right off you, I’d bathe you with my tears
How is my heart still beating, when it has been torn out?
The day you left my table, my eyes began to scout
Oh please come to your senses, wherever you may be
Come home, come home! I’m waiting, your form far off to see.
“And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.” (Luke 15:20)