THE SONG OF THE FATHER OF THE PRODIGAL SON

THE SONG OF THE FATHER OF THE PRODIGAL SON

By Jose Gerard

Come home to me,

You who were lost from the wilderness.

Come home to me.

For I wait for you in kindness.

And when you are already here.

I will refresh you.

Your mistakes shall be washed out.

And you will never regret, that you are here.

 

Your clothes of rags, shall be exchanged with garb anew.

A royal robe made of silk

A dress of beauty made for you.

Your hand, and your feet of dirt.

Shall be washed, and be cleansed.

And upon your finger, a ring shall be invested.

For my love for you did not change ever new.

Your head shall be anointed.

With fine oils, and perfume.

And upon it a diadem, shall be set.

For you have come to home with me.

And I shall call the serf; together with the nobles we shall celebrate.

For once my child is lost and dead.

And now he is found and has risen from the dead.

And my heart shall rejoice,

And yours shall be satisfied.

And forever gladness shall overflow from your heart.

For you have come to home with me.