My Son Has Come Home

He passes by his room each morning
And finds he's not slept there
At supper time he looks for him
But sees a vacant chair
It's funny how one person can leave
So much empty space
And nothing else can fill the void
But their sweet smiling face

He recalls the day his son said
"Dad, I think it's time
That I was on my own please give me
Everything that's mine"
But a far country soon consumes
Everything a prodigal owns
And leaves him lying in a pig pen crying
"There's just no place like home"

Would his father forgive him
After all he'd said and done
Going home to be a servant he finds
He's welcomed as a son

Make ready a banquet and strike up the band
Bring forth a robe, put a ring on his hand
And shoes on his feet he's been gone so long
My son has come home

Heaven seldom heard the angels
Sing since He'd been gone
Thirty three long years the cherubim
Stared at an empty throne
The time had come to be a man
And do His Father's will
And buy salvation for His creation
Atop of Calvary's hill

All of Heaven focused
On a carefully guarded stone
When it rolled away they knew
That He was coming home

So angels sing He arose from the dead
Bring forth His robe, put the crown on His head
And cherubim praise Him He's back on the throne
My son has come home

Angels sing He arose from the dead
Bring forth His robe, put the crown on His head
And cherubim praise Him He's back on the throne
My son has come home