Hurry Home Wayward Son

CHORUS
Hurry home my wayward son
There'll be a feast when you are done
Stay here with me and be blest
Don't you hide no more

Once I raised a couple boys -- yes, my two sons
Didn't ever think that I'd ever lose one
I was sure he'd never try it
But he grew too wild
So he asked if he could have his inheritance
Though it saddened me I still was his parent
I hear my boy's been spending freely
I just fear he'll pay

CHORUS

As I'm waiting there's a famine where he's been
My son may be in the gutter and bleedin'
But didn't I train him to be a wise man, well
He should be safe, but I don't know
From the stories people tell me he's broke and
Tossin' out his life to pigs in an old pen
I sit on the porch and wait here for him
Will I see my boy this day?

CHORUS

Hurry home -- you will always be my boy
Hurry home -- there's no need to be shy boy
Though you left you're always family
Surely there's a place for you

CHORUS

Luke 15:20
"So he got up and came to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and felt compassion for him, and ran and embraced him and kissed him."