I am just a poor boy, and my story’s often told.
I have squandered my inheritance on a life of dissipation, sin and recklessness.
I had it all, ‘til I turned away from Father’s truth and toward temptation’s 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.
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Help me, Lord! Help me leave my past behind.
Help me, Lord! It’s Your grace I need to find.
You’ve been on my mind.
When my money was exhausted, I went looking for a job
But I got no offers, ‘cept a Gentile who gave room and board for watching pigs.
I do declare, I was hungry and so desperate, I took employment there.
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Now I’ve given up my foolish ways, I’m on the road for home, going home --
Will my father’s servants’ 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 --
“Please forgive me, I’m not worthy,” but my father’s love remains.
New chorus:
Praise you, Lord! You’ve forgiven all my sin.
Praise you, Lord! From this day, I’m born again.
Life will never end.