Classic Poem

Love for all! and can it be?
Can I hope it is for me?
I, who strayed so long ago,
Strayed so far, and fell so low!

I, the disobedient child,
Wayward, passionate, and wild;
I, who left my Father's home
In forbidden ways to roam!

I, who spurned his loving hold,
I, who would not be controlled;
I, who would not hear his call,
I, the willful prodigal?

I, who wasted and misspent
Every talent he had lent;
I, who sinned again, again,
Giving every passion rein!

To my Father can I go?—
At his feet myself I'll throw,
In his house there yet may be
Place, a servant's place for me.

See, my Father waiting stands;
See, he reaches out his hands;
God is love! I know, I see
There is love for me—even me!