May Your House Be Filled With Love
May everyone who enters come in to Trust
The Prodigal Child was a reckless waste, his mothers disgrace, the matter his father would shun
And it was way too late when his parents passed away and left the Prodigal to carry on
His Mother’s last wish, was for her son to be blessed, and his life to be lived in love
But the child was in fear, thought the end was near, so he filled up on disgrace and would run
He gained a fortune in a moment of loss, and lost more than he understood
The Prodigal Child threw it all away, and left little or nothing of what he could
NO PUPIL FOR A TEACHER – NO CHASER FOR A LEADER
CALL HIM THE PRODICAL SON
PRODIGAL CHILD REST EASY A WHILE
AND THIS TIME PUT YOUR FAITH IN LOVE
There’s a price you pay, an exchange that’s made, for everything that is done
Prodigal Child rest easy a while and this time put your faith in LOVE
(c) Kristin Pedderson 2018