I was done hoeing, out in the fields for the day. My father was reading, the holy books in his room, but if you won't bless my journey, I'm going to leave anyway." "Son, I've always tried my, best for you, but if, Not too many days later, I was well on my way. Then a few days later, on an old city road, Then a famine hit and drained the land, and a job
was so hard to find. I finally found some employment, It didn't take too long to, pack my things. I was near home, in sight of the house. "Bring the best robe, put it on my son. show all Keith Green songs show this week's top 1000 most popular songs show all recently added songs Album: other songs The Prodigal Son Suite I was done hoeing, out in the fields for the day. My father was reading, the holy books in his room, Son, I've always tried my, best for you, but if, Not too many days later, I was well on my way. Then a few days later, on an old city road, Then a famine hit and drained the land, I finally found some employment, It didn't take too long to, pack my things. I was near home, in sight of the house. Bring the best robe, put it on my son. |