The Prodigal

Amy Grant

I face the day again


Against the window pane.


I remain your closest friend,


And wish you back again.


You wonder how I feel;


You think you've pushed too far.


If only you could see this pen


Scribbling down my heart.


I'll be waiting.


I may be young or old and gray,


Counting the days,


But I'll be waiting,


And when I finally see you come,


I'll run when I see you--


I'll meet you.


But still the days drag on.


Why did you decide to go?


Did you only need to see


What only time can show?


I'll be waiting.


I may be young or old and gray,


Counting the days,


But I'll be waiting,


And when I finally see you come,


I'll run when I see you.


And even if


You never do return,


Still I will have learned


How to love you better.


I'll be waiting.


I may be young or old and gray,


Counting the days,


But I'll be waiting,


And when I finally see you come,


I'll run to meet you.


I'll be waiting.


I may be young or old and gray,


Counting the days,


I'll be waiting,


And when I finally see you come,


I'll run to meet you.