Prodigal

Church by ten-thirty. I played under the pew
But daddy was a preacher, the only world I ever knew
What's the point of the gospel, if it always gets abused?
What's the point of knowing Jesus
If you're not living in the truth?
Cause I've been all alone and far from home
Have I lost myself like the prodigal?
In my father's house, is there an open door for me?
I left church that Sunday, was at the bar by noon
I was day drunk by Monday, barely hanging off the stool
What's the point of even praying? (yeah)
Do I even have your ear?
Can you see me where I'm laying?
Do you wanna meet me here? yeah
I've been all alone, far from home
Have I lost myself like the prodigal
In my father's house, is there an open door for me? Yeah
Cause I know that Jesus is close to the broken hearted
And He leaves the crowd for the one
But I still have doubts in my mind after I've departed
Will you still call me your son?
But the love of the father, greatest love I know
And I ain't got all of the answers but I've always got a home
Life takes us wondering but I've never walked alone
I can always go further cause I'm not going on my own
Cause I've been all alone, far from home and
I've lost myself like the prodigal
In my father's house there's an open door for me
For me, for me, cause he left the many for me, for me, for me
He broke his body for me
For me, for me, he left the light on for me, for me, for me
I see him running for me
For me, for me, I see him running for me, for me, for me
Cause I've been all alone far from home and I lost myself like the prodigal
In my father's house there's an open door for me
For me, for me, he left the many for me
For me, For me, he broke his body for me
For me, for me, for me, for me, for me