Written and Copyrighted by Deborah L Chambers
So long he drifted, lost and alone,
A wanderer, in search of home;
Clothed in dirty, old rags, was he,
And filled with such misery.
Oh, how he did long for peace;
From his empty life to find release!
But it seemed no matter where he turned,
The more that emptiness within him burned.
“Oh!” he cried, in utter despair,
“If I could only someone to care!
Someone that would kindly take me in,
And look beyond what I have been;
To see what I could really be,
If I only had a chance, you see.
Serving the devil is no way to live!
He promised so much, but what did he give?
Plenty of heartaches, much grief and pain!
Then he stood back and laughed at me;
Oh, what a hard, cruel master is he!”
With a sorrowful heart, he stumbled on,
When to his ears came a low, sweet song,
“Ye who are weary, come home today,
I am the Light, the Truth, the Way.
Come home, dear child, where you belong,
I’ll give you that rest for which you’ve longed!
I’ll take away that old load of sin,
Ne’r to be remembered against you again.
I’ll cast it as far as east is from west,
And give you a robe of righteousness.
Not one bit of the old life will remain,
You’ll have a family, a home, a name.
If you will only turn to me,
I’ll break sin’s chains, and set you free.
I’ll give you all you’ve been searching for,
And you need not wander anymore.”
At first it seemed too good to be true,
But this is no tale I’m telling you!
That prodigal son, so deep in despair,
He cried out to the Lord in prayer;
And the Lord, as He promised, did set him free,
I know, for that prodigal son was me!)
