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...