Prodigal Son
Be easy, baby, you’re a woman of faith.
We’re alone in this rock and roll church.
There’s no procession of angels,
No communion of saints.
Just an honest confession
From a prodigal son.
Be easy, baby, you’re a woman of grace.
Our Pentecost is all but guaranteed.
With the Spirit to guide us,
Salvation’s assured.
It’s a pledge of affection
From a prodigal son.
Be easy baby, you’re a woman of strength.
The harder things just leave you stronger still.
They say love takes its time
To come down from the cross,
Like the slow resurrection
Of a prodigal son.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2021
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