The Prodigal Son

Written by: steven cooke

Let this day vanquish our differences
for father is still the head.
Put by our petty grievance,
let family rule the day.

Come brother let us be at peace
your heart can melt this snow.
The voice of child was always you
and the tears of ancestors
now watch with pride 
of the man you have become.

Your place in life
 is to be at this feast,
the family is united.
This legacy of Christmas joy
has written your story.
The manger has carried your children
and a star shines upon this house
because of you.

So remember this day
family is precious
 the joys of the world belong to you

 Happiness has smiled 
 health is in celebration.
So Grandmother be proud
for this is the legacy of you.

 Joy permeates this house
The eyes of the child 
look up to the family.
So drink to mother and father
for they gave roots to this tree.
Our family is the earth and the earth is you,
On this day we can all believe.

The hurt of the world be gone
It is a day of forgiveness
and that is enough.

Rejoice on this special day
Christmas was born for you.
The pages of time are yours to write
and your story will go on and on.