I have come home again unto my Father's house—at last
Returned to be a son! I have repented of the past—
The squandered years, the paltry husks of joys meant but for swine;
And now I humbly come to claim the glory that is mine.
I have come home, O Father, for the dream of sinful sense
Has vanished at the healing touch of Mind's omnipotence.
Thine all-enfolding love I feel; I am at peace once more;
And clad in robes of righteousness I worship and adore.
I have come home—come home again! And it is heaven indeed
To see the radiant light of Truth, on bread of Life to feed.
I drop the burden of the past, for I can hear Love say,
"Rejoice, O son, for in my sight you have not been away!"
