PRODIGAL

PRODIGAL


WHAT A WORLD I HAVE CREATED
SITTING ON A REFUSE HEAP
WATCHING PIGS EATING BETTER THAN I
THEIR MASTER MORE WORRIED ABOUT THEIR SHELTER
THAN MINE

HOW FAR HAVE I WANDERED FROM MY FATHER'S HOME

OR HIS BLESSING

HOW FAR HAS THE SUN SET ON MY DREAMS

HOW DARK AND DIM THE GATHERING GLOOM

HOW FAR HAVE I WANDERED FROM MY FATHER'S HOME


I HAVE COME TO THE END OF MY ROAD

MY ROPE

THE CANDLE OF MY BEING SEEMS ABOUT TO GO OUT

 I WOULD PRAY

I WOULD PRAY

BUT FEEL I CANNOT PRAY

WHEN THE FAULTS ARE MINE
ARE OF MY DOING

WHY SHOULD OR WOULD A JUST GOD
ANSWER MY PRAYER

I WOULD NOT


I HAVE LOST ANY AND ALL MY DIGNITY
WHO WOULD HAVE ME








CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE FIELD
WHO SAID THAT
CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE FIELD


THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL
BUT I HAVE NO BEAUTY
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL TO ME

BUT I AM EMPTY

I WILL FILL YOUR LACK

BUT I HAVE SOLD AND LOST
MY BIRTHRIGHT

I WILL MAKE YOU MY SON

WHY


I LOVE YOU
AS YOU ARE
AND WHAT YOU WILL BECOME

GO HUMBLY HOME
IN YOUR DARKNESS I WILL BE YOUR LIGHT

GO HOME
YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND MY LOVE
I AM LIKE THE SUN
I WILL RISE EVEN ON RAINY DAYS

GO HOME
GIVE YOUR FATHER
PEACE


FRANK A VOLLMER