I took my inheritance and I spent it on myself
I went as far from home as I could get — laid my Bible on the shelf
Told myself I needed to find out who I was outside those walls
Didn't think about the Father while I danced at those late-night halls
I chased every empty pleasure 'til the pleasure turned to dust
And I found myself in a strange city — broke, alone, and out of trust
Every friend I had when money flowed had found a better place to be
And sitting there among the pigs and the mud — I came back to me
I'm running home — I'm running home
Even if He only takes me as a servant — I'm running home
I'm running home — I'm running home
I've been gone too long — I rehearsed my apology — I'm running home
But before I crossed the road, I saw Him running too
He was running toward me — robe lifted, arms wide open to me
I'm running home — He met me on the road
I'm running home — I'm running home
I don't know what I expected — judgment, maybe — at the very least a speech
A reminder of the ways I failed, the things I let Him breach
But He fell on my neck and He held me like I'd never gone away
He called for the robe, the ring, the sandals — and He said "Today's a celebration day"
I don't deserve the party — but grace was never based on what we've earned
The Father's love doesn't operate on what you've done or what you've spurned
He sees you when you're still a great way off — He runs to where you are
There's no distance you can travel that can take you past His heart
I'm running home — I'm running home
Even if He only takes me as a servant — I'm running home
I'm running home — I'm running home
I've been gone too long — I rehearsed my apology — I'm running home
But before I crossed the road, I saw Him running too
He was running toward me — robe lifted, arms wide open to me
I'm running home — He met me on the road
I'm running home — I'm running home
This is what love looks like — not a lecture, not a list
Just a Father who missed His child and ran through the mist
This is what grace feels like — robes when you deserve rags
Rings when you traded your honor — sandals on dirty, wandering feet
Best robe — ring — sandals — feast
That's what God does when the lost come home
That's what God does — He doesn't make you grovel in the yard
He runs — He runs — He meets you where you are
Come on home — come on home — He's already running
I'm running home — I'm running home
I don't deserve the love that's waiting — but I'm running home
I'm running home — I'm running home
He's already seen me from a distance and He's running home
He took me in, He held me close, He said "Welcome back, My child"
He restored my name — He restored my place — He covered every mile
Running home — running home
The Father is still waiting — the Father is still running
Come on home — come on home — He's waiting — run home