Prodigal

I wept for joy at finding
I had not lost my way.
Home is the important thing
At the closing of the day.

I had been all ‘round the mountain
Had exhausted every trail
And had come to despair
To believe that I had failed.

When no one lays beside you
In the pale gray of the moon
You hear the hungry wolf cry
And think you’ll die there soon.

There’s a shiver when you’re lonely
When no one holds your hand
When it’s you against the world
Against a savage land.

That’s when something breaks
Within the beating human heart
When you think again of home
And determine now to start.

God then sends direction
That takes the prodigal home!
This once miserable wanderer
Will never set his face to roam.