Living a destitute life of wandering.
I’ve lived dissolutely, I am full of misery.
All my inheritance I’ve been squandering.
Since I wandered away from my Father.
I am a prodigal with a living abysmal,
Since I wandered away from my Father.
I am wasting away from my Father.
Back home all are well fed—everyone abounds in bread—
From the wealth in the house of my Father.
I desire to return to my Father!
I am now coming home, nevermore again to roam.
I am coming back home to my Father!
There is my Father running to meet me!
Then on my neck he falls, and despite all my shortfalls,
He starts to kiss me affectionately.
Yet my dear Father is full of mercy!
The best robe He gives me… a ring… sandals for my feet;
And He feeds me—I’m no longer hungry!
I am no longer far from my Father!
Father, how I love You! And I know You love me too.
Here in Your house I will dwell forever!