Still calls me Son

I don't feel like writing much, but I'll post a song called "Still calls me son" that explains beautifully the way I feel. It amazes me that God still has time for this prodigal child.

I've drug his name through godless places
And I've known shame that no child of his should know
I've seen pain on broken faces
Beyond all thought of hope
I was just too far from home
Still I always wondered when I closed my eyes

After all I've done
Could he run to me?
Would he kiss my face?
Could he even look at me?
After where I've been
should he take me back?
I would understand
I've disgraced him
But it would be amazing
If he still calls me son