poems of grace - Wandering Soul Lyrics

I wandered far
Away from all I've known
I tried to make a name
And struck out all on my own
Hardened in my heart, flesh like a stone
I struggle on
Is there a place for me
For this poor old wandering soul

I've reached my end
So tired of where I've been
Pig slop has done me in
Turned me 'round back home again
What will father say, far down the road
When we're alone
Is there a chance for me
For this poor old wandering soul

I'm home again
And to my sheer surprise
Dad's running up for me
Tears of mercy in his eyes
"Kill the fattened calf, bring out a robe
My son is home"
Heaven holds a place for me
For this poor old wandering soul
For this poor old wandering soul