Once there was a man who had two sons who didn’t know, how their father cared for them how he loved them so, for he was a rich man and his riches filled their eyes, robbing them of fellowship and filling them with lies.

Now the younger son came to his father all alone saying “give me my inheritance I’m going on my own, so his father gave him many riches from the land, knowing he may never see this selfish son again.

This son went to a distant land where no one knew his name, he wasted all the wealth he had on wickedness and shame, and when the land grew hungry he worked among the swine, that’s when his father and his distant home came to his mind.

He said “even servants in my father’s house have food to spare, I don’t deserve to be a son but I could serve him there, I’ve lived a selfish life and now I’m starving and alone, perhaps I will find shelter serving in my father’s home.

O my father’s house O my father’s house what keeps you from his house today? In my father's house in my father's house don't let yourself get in the way, don't let your pride get in the way.

Watching in the distance the father saw his son, his heart filled with compassion and his feet began to run, he threw his arms around him and he kissed him once again, the son said “against heaven and you father I have sinned!”

“Hurry!” said the father to the servants standing near, “bring a robe and sandals and a ring for him to wear, go kill a calf to feast upon let’s make a joyful sound, my son was dead he’s now alive was lost but now he’s found!”

Now when the eldest son who was working on the land, heard the music and the dance he did not understand, what the party was about and then he finally learned, his father was rejoicing for his brother had returned!

The eldest son grew angry, he wouldn’t enter in, how could his father do this and reward his brother’s sin? He didn’t know his father’s heart was merciful instead, and when his father came to him, this is what he said.

“All these years I’ve slaved for you, obeyed your least command, yet you never gave a party for me and my friends, now when this wicked son has come you make a joyful feast. Doesn’t he deserve to be punished in the least?”

“My son” the father said “everything I have is yours, it’s not about the party but the fellowship restored, shouldn’t I show mercy and make a joyful sound? My son was dead he’s now alive, was lost but now he’s found!”

O my father’s house O my father’s house, what keeps you from his house today? In my father’s house in my father’s house, don’t let your self get in the way, don’t let your pride get in the way.