Prodigal’s Plea

Weary feet upon the road,
A heart that’s heavy with its load,
I’m coming home, my steps unsure,
To knock upon a long-closed door.

The miles between us, long and hard,
Have left my soul both bruised and scarred.
But in my dreams, I see your face,
And long for one more warm embrace.

I know I’ve wronged you, time and again,
My actions caused you so much pain.
But if you’ll open up your heart,
I swear I’ll never more depart.

One more chance is all I ask,
To prove I’m equal to the task,
Of being who you raised me to be,
The person that you longed to see.

I’ve learned my lessons, paid the price,
Of foolish pride and selfish vice.
Now humbled, broken, I return,
For your forgiveness do I yearn.

The lights of home now come in view,
My heart beats fast, my palms sweat too.
Will you receive this wayward child?
Or have my sins us reconciled?

I stand before your door at last,
Confronted by my checkered past.
With trembling hand, I ring the bell,
My future now for you to tell.

Please, open up and let me in,
Allow our healing to begin.
I’m coming home, changed and sincere,
To mend the bonds we once held dear.

One more chance is all I need,
To show you I’ve been truly freed,
From all the faults that drove me far,
From being the person that you are.

So here I stand, with hope and fear,
Praying that you’ll lend an ear.
I’m coming home, my heart laid bare,
Hoping against hope you still care.

For in your love, I’ve found my worth,
The greatest gift upon this earth.
So please, I beg, just one more chance,
To join again in life’s sweet dance.