So I have never been able to interpret tongues, but on Sunday I thought I could. I heard this (not verbatim, but close)...
Come. Come to me. Come home, my son, my Prodigal son. The feast awaits. The celebration awaits. You need only come home. Stop wasting your life in the cares of the world. Stop throwing away your inheritance on the dust of the Earth. It is meaningless, I tell you.
Come home. You are welcome here. Don't doubt it. Though you have been condemned by the world and by yourself, I do not condemn you. Come home. You need only be within sight... A spot on the horizon... And I will run to you. It is time for you to come home! The celebration awaits!
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