Running Home

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