The Prodigal Daughter

I will come home to my Father…
Today I will seek His house.
No matter what the consequence be
I will be home this very day.
For I have a compassionate Father
Who watches the road and patiently waits for my return.
He is right at the doorstep with open arms.
He unwearyingly longs to hold me.
I have no merit to be called His child
I have lost my way
And my inheritance have I spent without cost.
But still I am coming back to Him
Whether He accepts me or not.
I will stubbornly thread the road back.
Because I am dead beat of being lost, famished and ill.
In my Father’s house are many mansions.
Yet though He imparts or not
Strike me with rod or tender compassion
Homebound will I be this very day.
Yea, this very moment I will delight to be filled with His presence.
This is the day of my deliverance,
Forever praise His name!