Like a Wayward Child I Wandered

Like a way­ward child I wan­dered

From my Fa­ther’s house away

But I hear His voice en­treat­ing

And I’m com­ing home to­day.

Coming

com­ing home

Coming

com­ing home

For I can no long­er roam;

I am sad and brok­en heart­ed

And I’m com­ing

com­ing home!

I have wan­dered in the dark­ness

And my path was lone and drear

But my Fa­ther did not leave me

He was watch­ing ev­er near.

O the rap­ture that awaits me

When I reach my Fa­ther’s door!

Once with­in its blest en­clo­sure

I am safe for­ev­er­more.

I will ask Him to for­give me

For the wrong that I have done

To re­ceive

accept and bless me

Through His well be­lov­èd Son.