Father heart of God

I lost the book. It was written by Floyd McClung, a well known Christian author. Or may be I should look for it among a couple hundreds of books I have.
Book tells me a story about a Father who waited patiently for a vagabond son to return. It also tells the story of the son returning from the pig sty - O how smelly he would have been for a loving embrace of a father. That did not matter ,, did it? Father embraced the son and draped him with his finest garment. It never occurred  to the father that this was the son who threatened him, took his part of the inheritance and left the father's house. Where did all the money go? Wine, women and partying or hanging out, may be, if the son belonged to the era that we live in. The beauty of the story is not in the dirt that son wallowed in or even brought home. He would have definitely brought the piggish ordure in to a grand home, filled with treasure and finely kept. The beauty is in Father's forgiveness. No questions asked. No judgments meted out. No telling ' I told you so', with a finger wagging in the son's nose! Just pure and simple forgiveness and all encompassing love for a son gone astray but returned fully aware of the weight of his loss and sin.

The book that I lost talked about this. The Father heart of God that forgives. He forgave enough and loved enough to give His only Son, so that I may return home. So that I may come, the way I am. So that I may experience love and love alone. So that I may be well, complete and safe - back in the Father's house.