The Prodigal

Am                C       G      
You held out Your arms, I walked 
 Am
away
F    C       G           Am
Insolent, I spurned Your face
Am               C        G       Am
Squandering the gifts You gave to me
     F       C       G       Am
And holding close forbidden things
F     C      G      Am      F 
Destitute, a rebel still, a 
      C      G
fool in all my pride
    F              C        G    
The world I once enjoyed is death
    Am
 to me
    F      G         Am
No joy, no hope, no life


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Verse 2:

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


Verse 3:

Am                C       G      
You held out Your arms, I see 
  Am
them still
    F      C        G     Am
You never left, You never will
Am            C        G      Am
Running to embrace me, now I know
     F         C        G       Am
Your cords of love will always hold
F        C       G       Am    
Mercy’s robe, a ring of grace, 
      F     C      G
such favor undeserved
F             C      G      Am
You sing over me and celebrate
    F     G        |C         Dm 
The rebel now Your child
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