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[Verse 1]
I traded bread for a pocket of dust,
Called it freedom, called it enough.
Took my inheritance out past the gate,
Ran from the Father, straight into chains.
I spent my mercy like coins in the street,
Chased every shadow that promised me peace.
Till the music died and the cupboards went bare,
I found out the far country never cared.
[Pre-Chorus]
I rehearsed my apology mile after mile,
But You saw me coming from a long way out.
[Chorus]
I came home wearing famine on my face,
You came running with a robe full of grace.
I thought I’d be a servant sleeping outside,
You put a ring on the hand that waved goodbye.
I buried my future, squandered my claim,
But somewhere in the leaving,
You still had my name.
[Verse 2]
I was feeding the pigs while You prepared a feast,
I was counting my failures, You were watching for me.
I thought I crossed a line Your love couldn’t cross,
But the road back home ran straight through the cross.
Like Jacob, I limped, but I walked out blessed,
Like Peter, I sank, but Your hand reached the depths.
The enemy whispered, “You’ve wandered too far,”
But the Shepherd leaves ninety-nine for one scarred heart.
[Chorus]
I came home wearing famine on my face,
You came running with a robe full of grace.
I thought I’d be a servant sleeping outside,
You put a ring on the hand that waved goodbye.
I buried my future, squandered my claim,
But somewhere in the leaving,
You still had my name.
[Bridge]
Dead, but alive again,
Lost, now found again.
No grave in the distance
Could cancel Your covenant.
You killed the calf, not the calling,
Lit the house when I came walking.
Heaven doesn’t shame returning sons—
It runs.
It runs.
[Final Chorus]
I came home with nothing but dirt and regret,
You answered with mercy I couldn’t repay.
I thought all my wandering changed who I was,
But blood speaks louder than everything lost.
The world called me wasted, You called me redeemed,
Put sandals beneath me and hope in my feet.
I gave up my birthright chasing a flame,
But Father, through it all,
You still had my name.
[Outro]
So if you’re somewhere between shame and home,
Turn toward the porch—you’re not walking alone.
There’s a Father still watching the end of the road,
And grace has been waiting
To welcome you home.
Details
GeneratedSep 7, 2026
Duration4:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark cinematic Christian folk-rock, raw youthful male vocal, acoustic guitar, stomping drums, haunting verses, explosive
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