The Prodigal Son Suite

Keith Green

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    I was done hoeing, out in the fields for the day
    I was thinking of going, I had to leave right away
    My life is just fading, and oh I felt so alone
    The nearest young maiden was, a full day's ride from home

    My father was reading, the Holy books in his room
    My heart was just bleeding, I knew I had to go soon
    He smiled and pointed at an old wooden chair
    I wanted to hold him, but then I just wouldn't dare

    I said, father, there's so much to know
    There's a world of things to see
    And I'm ready to go and make a life for myself
    If you give me what is mine
    I will go, if I can have your blessing
    But if you won't bless my journey, I'm gonna leave anyway
    Son, I've always tried my best for you
    And if you must be leaving home, then go with the blessing of God

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    Not too many days later, I was well on my way
    I met a travelling stranger, who seemed to have much to say
    He told me tales of the city, and all the women he'd had
    I asked him, wasn't that sinful
    He said, no, it isn't that bad
    And then a few days later, on an old city road
    We were drowning in laughter, and we had women to hold
    And this went on quite a long time, my father gave me a lot
    But when my pockets were empty, my friends all left me to rot

    Then a famine hit and drained the land
    Everywhere I looked I saw starvation, and a job was nowhere to find
    I wandered through the city streets, competing for the food of common beggers
    Until then I'd never known hunger, but now I wasn't too proud
    I finally found some employment, feeding pigs on a farm
    I wasn't treated to kindly, I had to sleep in the barn
    I had to eat with the swine
    The bread I ate was like stone
    It didn't take too much time until, I was dreaming of home
    Oh, the servants there are better fed
    If I could only have what my father gives them
    I would truly need nothing more
    Oh, I will go and say to him
    I'm no longer worthy to be in your family
    Will you take me as your servant, and let me live with them

    It didn't take too long to pack my things
    I left with only what I wore
    And I prayed that I still had a home
    I was near home, in site of the house
    My father just stared, dropped open his mouth
    He ran up the road, and fell to my feet, and cried, and cried
    Father I've sinned, Heaven ashamed
    I'm no longer worthy to wear your name
    I've learned that my home is right where you are
    Oh father, take me in
    Bring the best robe, put it on my son
    Shoes for his feet, hurry put them on
    This is my son who I thought had died
    Prepare a feast for my son's alive
    I've prayed and prayed, never heard a sound
    My son was lost, oh thank you God he's found
    My son was dead and he's now alive
    Prepare a feast for my son's alive
    My son was dead
    My son was lost
    My son's returned in the hands of God

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    Composición: Keith Green

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