Entering the living-room, I hear my father say,
“Hello child, I’ve been waiting for you all day!
The sun is setting, dinners ready, how long will you stay?”
“Dad I’m tired, the world’s really beat me up, but hey,
I knew if I’d come to your house, I’d certainly be OK.”
Giving dad a great big hug, I’m safe within his care
Life sure gets tough dad, I’ll be here awhile,
I’ve got some things I’d like to share.
I’m in my father’s house where all my needs are met
I’m not afraid, because I know, there’s a place that you have set
For me at the table and you will always let;
Me rest and eat and tell my woes, because home is where we go
To our father’s house when life gets hard that’s because we know…
There is laughter, for our tears,
Courage, for all our fears
Help, for our troubles
When our father is near…
“Dad, thank you for allowing me to grow and stand up tall…
But if it’s all the same to you right now, I need you, and that’s all!”
“I’m glad you’re home child, stay as long as you like!”
~Marla Shaw O’Neill March 22, 2020
Luke 15:11-32 the full story New International Version (NIV)
Luke 17-24 Parable of the lost son
17 “When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! 18 I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ 20 So he got up and went to his father.
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
21 “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
22 “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23 Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 24 For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.
