When you come home I will shout. I will scream. I will cry my eyes out. I will laugh. I will dance.
I will be ever so grateful.
You WILL come home. When I see you afar off I will throw a party and celebrate! I will kill the fatted calf! I will put my ring on your finger and the finest robe on your back.
I will give you the best of everything because this son of mine who is dead will be alive again. He was lost and will be found.
I can't wait.
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