Filho Pródigo

A lost son returned repentant
With feet wounded from so much walking
He lived in this life so many fantasies
Had no joy, it was just illusion

Seeing the father happy, he cried
Seeing the father happy, he embraced
His son returned, back to the father's home
His son arrived, and a banquet was given to him

And you who walk, towards the flames
Hell is terrible, a place of dread but Christ awaits you with open arms
Oh come without delay, walk with Jesus