I am the Prodigal Son

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In 2007, I went back to visit the family farm just outside Winfield, Kansas. While visiting our old church, I spotted this sign across the way, my grandfather’s name still on it decades after he’d died and the farm was sold.

I wrote these lyrics for one of those kind of upbeat church service bands with drums, guitars, and such. It’s probably sacrilegious but I don’t mean it to be.   I’m not a musician so I can’t complete the song, but I still can feel the melody and the beat inside as I read this. Maybe someone who knows their music and Bible can make it into something worthwhile.

 

I  Am The Prodigal Son

(Upbeat, smooth) I am the prodigal son,

Yeah, I am the wasted one,

My brother done what’s right

I’ve been up so many nights,

Oh Papa take me back, I’m out here on my own.

 

(Kinda rap here) I’ve been quite prodigious, forgot about religious

Livin’ life capricious, the food’s been so delicious

Yeah Dad, I’ve been quite bad

But, I hope you have my pad

cause I was lost…..

(beat, beat, beat…) but now I’m found

 

(Smooth) For I am the prodigal son,

I’m not the logical one,

for Dad to save a place,

and then to give me grace

after all the very bad things that I done.

Yeah, after all the very bad things that I done.

 

(Kinda rap) I blew through all the dough, had some passions to outgrow

(Kinda rap) Starvin’ for affection, I’m needing your direction

Yeah Dad I’m hopin’ that you know

How much I love you so

Cause I was lost….

(beat, beat, beat)….but now I’m found.

 

(Smooth) For I am the prodigal son,

I am always scooting on the run,

Bro, I left you in the mire,

And now I feel your ire,

after all the very bad things that I done.

Yeah, after all the very bad things that I done.

 

(Kinda rap) Fatted calf was scrumptious,  and I’m ready to be gumptious

Yo bro I know no fatted goat was cooked for you. (This’ll be a different kind of phrase this verse, ending high)

But I’ve hitchhiked here to stay

Here to help you if I may

cause I was lost…..

(beat, beat, beat…) but now I’m found

 

(Smooth) For I am the prodigal son,  (but I’m back)

Comin’ back to join the family  (This is a different kind of phrase for this verse, also ending high)

I’m here to ask forgiveness

For I’m certainly not sinless

after all the very bad things that I done.

Yeah, after all the very bad things that I done.

 

I’m here to ask forgiveness

For I’m certainly not sinless

after all the very bad things that I done.

Yeah, after all the very bad things that I done.

 

Thanks Dad, I love you. (Spoken)

…you too my brother.

 

~Lyrics by Michael Kroth

 

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