Testo di The Prodigal

You held out Your arms, I walked away Insolent, I spurned Your face Squandering the gifts You gave to me Holding close forbidden things Destitute, a rebel still, a fool in all my pride The world I once enjoyed is death to me No joy, no hope, no life Where now are the friends that I had bought Gone with every penny lost What hope could there be for such as I Sold out to a world of lies Oh to see Your face again, it seems so distant now Could it be that You would take me back A servant in Your house You held out Your arms, I see them still You never left, You never will Running to embrace me, now I know Your cords of love will always hold Mercy's robe, a ring of grace Such favor undeserved You sing over me and celebrate The rebel now Your child