O Pródigo

A certain young man, spoke to his father
I want my share of the inheritance, that belongs to me
For I am leaving, I will live my life
Don't wait for me as I will not return here

He left!
And made friends around the world
And he spent all the inheritance he had
He went hungry, and worked during the day
Wishing for the food that the pigs were eating

He decided to return home and took the way back
The father saw him from afar, ran and embraced him and they both cried
He asked for forgiveness from his father and said to him
Accept me as just a worker

Hurry, prepare the feast
Tell everyone that my son is coming back
Slaughter a calf, bring the best clothes
Dress him, put shoes on him, for he is mine
It's a day of blessing and joy
My son left, but returned home
He was dead but was resurrected
He was lost in the world, but was found

There are many people, who left the father's house
They had a master, but wanted something more
For they were deceived by what the world offers
They were deluded by perishable things

They left!
Looking for what they already had
A joy that the world does not have grace for
Deaf and blind, unable to see reality
All dominated by their vanities

But those who decided to return and suppress the world
The master goes to meet you, to embrace and redeem you
You left me as a son and served another God
But you returned as a son, once again you are mine

My son returns, heaven is celebrating
The angels sing, the church rejoices
For a soul that accepted Jesus
Opened their eyes and saw the distant light

I accept you again, come to your people
We will have a party, the one of your return
You are my son and I bought you with my blood
You were lost but today I found you

I accept you again, come to your people
We will have a party, the one of your return
You are my son and I bought you with my blood
You were lost but today I found you

I found you!
I found you!
I found you!