Prodigal nation

Prodigal nation
by Joel Howard
A poem, a call to prayer

Night has come, O prodigal nation
Sleeping now, you sleep, you sleep
Left the fold, O prodigal nation
Left the fold, you sleep

Out in a town where hartlots are many
Out in a place where the fatherless roam
Gone is the restraint you once knew
Prodigal nation, I see now you
Prodigal nation, I see you

Huffing and breathing
And sighing and wheezing
Sick of the groaning inside

Tired of believing and everywhere seeing
You say God has not been by your side
But God waits for you to in Him confide

Son, daughter
Prodigal - O prodigal
Fast, weep now
O prodigal! Come home...

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