Hijo Pródigo (part. Marcos Brunet)

I left home
Lost in the world
Then found by you
I spent my inheritance
With nothing left, I returned to your house
Feeling unworthy of you

But you don’t see me that way
And even though I left your house
I came back to meet you
And today I can say

My father
You forgot the offense of your son
You welcome the humble and lost
I sit at your table
And it makes you happy to spend time with me

I’m your son
The one who was dead and now I’m alive
Your grace freed me from punishment
Today I return to your arms
With a repentant heart

I spent my inheritance
With nothing left, I returned to your house
Feeling unworthy of you

But you don’t see me that way
And even though I left your house
I came back to meet you
Feeling unworthy of you

But you don’t see me that way
And even though I left your house
I came back to meet you
And today I can say

My father
You forgot the offense of your son
You welcome the humble and lost
I sit at your table
And it makes you happy to spend time with me

I’m your son
The one who was dead and now I’m alive
Your grace freed me from punishment
Today I return to your arms
With a repentant heart

From afar
You ran to me
And smiled
When you saw me arrive
Today I confess
I will never run away from your fatherhood

From afar
You ran to me
And smiled
When you saw me arrive
Today I confess
I will never run away from your fatherhood

From afar
You ran to me
And smiled
When you saw me arrive
Today I confess
I will never run away from your fatherhood

From afar
You ran to me
And smiled
When you saw me arrive
Today I confess
I will never run away from your fatherhood

Oh my father
You forgot the offense of your son
You welcome the humble and lost
I sit at your table
And it makes you happy to spend time with me

I’m your son
The one who was dead and now I’m alive
Your grace freed me from punishment
Today I return to your arms
With a repentant heart