Prodigal by Voo

PRODIGAL

I LEFT MY HOME SOMETIME AGO

SO FOOLISHLY, SMUG AND VAIN

AND ALL I'VE THOUGHT OF SINCE I LEFT

IS GOING BACK HOME AGAIN.

I LEFT MY FATHER'S LAVISH MANSION

TO KNEEL IN THE MUD WITH THE SWINE

I HUDDLED AND FOUGHT FOR A BIT OF CORN HUSK

ON WHICH I WOULD HUNGRILY DINE.

SOMEHOW I THOUGHT THAT THINGS WOULD GET BETTER

AS I MADE MY OWN WAY THROUGH MY LIFE

WITHOUT HELP OR HAND FROM, GOD, SON OR MAN

BUT ALL I FOUND OUT THERE WAS STRIFE.

MY FATHER GAVE ME A GREAT INHERITANCE

AND I SQUANDERED AND THREW IT AWAY

ON PLEASURES AND LEISURES AND THINGS OF THE WORLD

AND SHAME IS ALL I HAVE TODAY.

HOW COULD I BETRAY MY FATHER'S TRUST?

HOW COULD I TURN AND LEAVE?

HOW COULD I LAUGH AND DANCE AWAY

AND LEAVE HIM THERE TO GRIEVE?

I NEVER PLANNED TO DO IT

I NEVER THOUGHT I COULD

TO BACKSLIDE WAS A FOREIGN THOUGHT

I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD.

I WONDER WHAT HE'D SAY TO ME NOW

IF I GAVE HIM AN OVERDUE CALL

HOW CAN I TELL HIM THAT I HAVE NOTHING LEFT

BUT LOST EVERYTHING IN THE FALL.

PERHAPS HE'LL LET ME SLEEP IN HIS BARN

AND THROW ME SOME CRUMBS EVERY NIGHT

PERHAPS HE'LL SCORN ME AND SCOURGE ME WITH WHIPS

AND TELL ME TO KEEP OUT OF SIGHT.

I WONDER WHAT MY BROTHER IS DOING

HE'S PROBABLY ARRAYED NOW SO FINE

EATING AND DRINKING AND TAKING HIS EASE

AND OWNING ALL THAT WAS ONCE PARTIALLY MINE.

MY FATHER PROBABLY LOVES HIM SO

AND HATES MY VERY NAME

HE PROBABLY LAVISHES HIS PRAISES ON HIM

AND NEVER WANTS TO SEE ME AGAIN.

WELL, TELL ME WHAT I HAVE TO LOSE

I'M SICK AND GASPING FOR BREATH

I FOUND THAT THE HEALTH AND THE WEALTH OF THE WORLD

WAS JUST EMPTY, DISILLUSIONING DEATH.

I SEE THE EDGE OF MY FATHER'S ESTATE

THE WHEAT FIELDS AND CORNFIELDS SO GREEN

I SEE THE GARDENS OVERFLOWING WITH PRODUCE

IT'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SIGHT I HAVE SEEN.

THERE ARE THE HORSES I USED TO RIDE

THERE COMES THE FATTED CALF

MY HUNGER KNAWS WITHIN MY FLESH

LIKE IT'S TEARING MY STOMACH IN HALF.

MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND IS WORKING THE FIELDS

MY BROTHER IS PICKING THE FRUIT

BUT WHERE IS MY FATHER AND WILL I SOON FEEL

ON MY POOR RAGGED BACKSIDE.....HIS BOOT?

AND SUDDENLY I SEE HIM THERE AT THE DOOR

AND OH, I MUST HAVE BLINDED EYES!

IT SEEMS TO ME THAT THERE'S A SMILE ON HIS FACE

AND IT LOOKS LIKE HIS ARMS ARE THROWN WIDE!

ONE STEP AND TWO AND NOW I AM RUNNING

AND MY FATHER IS RUNNING TOWARDS ME

ONE KISS, ONE EMBRACE AND NOW I AM WEEPING

AND MY FATHER IS WEEPING WITH ME.

" KILL THAT FATTED CALF!" SAYS HE

TO THE SERVANTS AS FEAR FLEES AWAY

"LAY ON THE TABLE A FEAST FOR A KING

AND TELL ALL, COME TO OUR HOLIDAY!"

NOW MY FATHER TAKES ME IN HIS ARMS

THE PLACE WHERE I KNOW I BELONG

HE PLACES HIS ROBE UPON MY TIRED SHOULDERS

AND SAYS TO ME SOFTLY "YOU'RE HOME."

by Voo

when I first came to know the Lord

The Prodigal Son Story (Luke 15:11-32

Dandelion

DANDELION Video (Netty Daniel) : Music written and produced by Linda Rose, Spiritsong: Lyrics (Poem) written by Voo.

“There was a certain rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen and fared sumptuously every day. 20 But there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, full of sores, who was laid at his gate, 21 desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table. Moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. 22 So it was that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom. The rich man also died and was buried. 23 And being in torments in Hades, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.24 “Then he cried and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.’ 25 But Abraham said, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things; but now he is comforted and you are tormented. 26 And besides all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed, so that those who want to pass from here to you cannot, nor can those from there pass to us.’




27 “Then he said, ‘I beg you therefore, father, that you would send him to my father’s house, 28 for I have five brothers, that he may testify to them, lest they also come to this place of torment.’ 29 Abraham said to him, ‘They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them.’ 30 And he said, ‘No, father Abraham; but if one goes to them from the dead, they will repent.’ 31 But he said to him, ‘If they do not hear Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded though one rise from the dead.’”


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Anonymous said...




That was beautiful! Thank you so much for doing this. And Linda, when you sang, God forgive me! I got chills all up and down and all over me! That was powerful. Blessings, VOO