Saturday, April 10, 2010

The Prodigal

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the parable of the prodigal son.

I've had some experience with my own prodigal son, and friends have encouraged me to minister to other parents who are walking through the same heartache. For a variety of reasons, I've been hesitant to do so.

But a couple of weeks ago, I sang The Prodigal (from Sovereign Grace's Sons & Daughters project) during a church service.

Backed up on piano and vocals by my once-prodigal, now-returned son.

The Prodigal
words & music by Meghan Biard and Ryan Biard

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


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