Lost Son
A fathers' son moved in a far land
Wasted all he got from father's hand
Nothing left at all, he began to learn
I must return
Father I have sinned, what have, have I done?
No more worthy to, to be your son
Wasted every dime, my guilt is such a crime
Make me your servant, father I repent
Recalling the days, herding some swine
Starving and freezing all the time
His throat so dry it ached and burned
So he returned
Father I have sinned, what have, have I done?
No more worthy to, to be your son
Wasted every dime, my guilt is such a crime
Make me your servant, father I repent
The father kissed his son
And celebrated his return
He knew his son had something to learn
My son you were dead, now you're alive again
That you run away, it was not my plan
I've waited every day, while you're gone astray
You were lost and bound, but now you are found