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Dwight Plett

Lyrics

Welcome Home††

Iíve been waiting for a long time, and Iím watching every day

For my younger son who left me, I canít believe how long heís stayed away

But someday Iíll go running down the road to meet him

Outstretched arms open wide to greet him

Iíll wrap him in my love and welcome him home!

 

Welcome home, my son, itís so good to see your face again

Welcome home, my son, you can take your rightful place again

Welcome home!

 

But my story isnít over, you see I have an older son

Who spends his time reminding me of all the bad things heís never done

Heís so self-absorbed and so self-righteous, so busy keeping score

Heís so wrapped up in following rules, he doesnít love me any more

His heart is cold and callused, even though he didnít roam

Iím 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 didnít work out the way I planned

 

So if youíre walking down the street someday, and you see my younger son

Or if youíre sitting in a church pew, right behind the older one

Could you pass along this message, from a fatherís breaking heart

Could you kindly tell my sons theyíre both welcome home

 

Welcome home, my son, itís so good to see your face again

Welcome home, my son, you can take your rightful place again

Welcome home, my son

 

If youíll just excuse these tears of joy

Iíve been waiting all these years, my boy, welcome home!