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Dwight Plett |
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Welcome Home I’ve been waiting for a long time, and I’m watching every day For my younger son who left me, I can’t believe how long he’s stayed away But someday I’ll go running down the road to meet him Outstretched arms open wide to greet him I’ll wrap him in my love and welcome him home!
Welcome home, my son, it’s so good to see your face again Welcome home, my son, you can take your rightful place again Welcome home!
But my story isn’t over, you see I have an older son Who spends his time reminding me of all the bad things he’s never done He’s so self-absorbed and so self-righteous, so busy keeping score He’s so wrapped up in following rules, he doesn’t love me any more His heart is cold and callused, even though he didn’t roam I’m afraid my older son is far, far from home
Maybe you know the heartache, maybe you understand I had so many good things in store for them But it didn’t work out the way I planned
So if you’re walking down the street someday, and you see my younger son Or if you’re sitting in a church pew, right behind the older one Could you pass along this message, from a father’s breaking heart Could you kindly tell my sons they’re both welcome home
Welcome home, my son, it’s so good to see your face again Welcome home, my son, you can take your rightful place again Welcome home, my son
If you’ll just excuse these tears of joy I’ve been waiting all these years, my boy, welcome home! |
