Easter

The Prodigal

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

© 2009 Sovereign Grace Worship (ASCAP).