The Prodigal

You held out Your arms, I walked away
Insolent, I spurned Your face
Squandering the gifts You gave to me
And 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



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Baird, Meghan Baird
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