"I will arise and go to my father,"
said the prodigal long ago. Could I
but do the same,
To stand before Almighty God, call
Him Father, and ask to be His hired
servant,
Who, me?
Besides, does He have a robe my size
and a ring to fit my finger?
Would He see me afar off and run
to greet this other wandering son?
I will arise and go to my Father, I
have all to gain, naught to lose.
Who, me?
Yes, me
and you too.
