To the Prodigal
Here I am, just like the first time,
Waitin’ round to help you find your way.
Here I am, just like the last time,
Holdin’ out my hand to walk you thru the day.
Did you think that I could forget you?
Did you think that I would turn away?
Did you think my love wasn’t big enough
To pick you up, to take you back,
To make it like you never went away?
Here I am waiting to forgive you;
Don’t I know you can’t make it on your own.
Here I am trying to get to you;
It hurts to see you struggling all alone.
Can’t you see I’m standing behind you
All you gotta do is turn around.
Can’ you hear my love calling “Come back home!
“Those wasted years, the wasted life,
“If you just turn back, I’ll make you new again.”
Come on back ‘cause I forgive you.
Come on back now, ‘cause I forgive you.
Come on home, child, ‘cause I forgive you;
Bread and butter waitin’ on the kitchen shelf.