I am just a poor boy, and my storyís often told.
I have squandered my inheritance on a life of dissipation, sin and recklessness.
I had it all, Ďtil I turned away from Fatherís truth and toward temptationís call.
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of sinners, on the road to distant cities where adventure called.
How I did spend all my money on the women and on parties for my friends,
Never dreaming that someday it all would end.
Help me, Lord! Help me leave my past behind.
Help me, Lord! Itís Your grace I need to find.
Youíve been on my mind.
When my money was exhausted, I went looking for a job
But I got no offers, Ďcept a Gentile who gave room and board for watching pigs.
I do declare, I was hungry and so desperate, I took employment there.
Now Iíve given up my foolish ways, Iím on the road for home, going home --
Will my fatherís servantsí quarters have a place for me?
Place for me? Going home.
By the front door stands my father, and the look upon his face
Is all joy and celebration, as he praises God, he laughs, he cries,
He flings his arms around me, and my dirt, my rags, my shame --
ďPlease forgive me, Iím not worthy,Ē but my fatherís love remains.
Praise you, Lord! Youíve forgiven all my sin.
Praise you, Lord! From this day, Iím born again.
Life will never end.
Back to the Parodies Page