Will you be home?
Will you be home?
Will you come up the steps
Will you be in your bed
in the morning?
I’ll just leave the light on
For a little longer
When you come home.

In the frost of night
I sit and stare
Down the distant road
Wondering
Wondering , if you’ll be home

I’ll sit and wait
I’ll pray that today
You’ll be safe and warm
In My arms


It’s getting cold outside
I wonder if You’re really there
Waiting for me
At home
If you’ve let the light on

I’ll make my way home
I’ll pray that today
You’ll be welcoming me back
Into Your arms

I wrote this thinking about the story of the Prodigal Son where the Father welcomes the son home regardless of what happened.