After he read the first chapter of Mark,
He rolled in tobacco and gave it a spark
Who’s to say he didn’t meet Jesus right there
Who’s to say he didn’t meet Jesus right there
The Church says he’s crazy hide the kids
Cause there just isn’t room for a life on the skids
I wonder if Jesus were here today
Would we all think he’s crazy just the same
When did we walk away
When did we learn to say
You can’t just mess up and come back again
That’s just not fair
When did we walk away
When did we learn to say
The healthy are yours and the sick deserve just what they get
How often I do forget that a child is a child
And the Father’s a father who’s love’s not denied
And to receive the grace depends not
On what I can do or who I am not
When did we walk away
when did we learn to say
You can’t just mess up and come back again
That’s just not fair
I seem to recall a story he told
Of a kid just like me who ran from the fold
And how he came back again to a loving embrace
Prodigal come home
Prodigal come home
Prodigal come home
There’s plenty of room for the crazy and poor
In fact more for you than the wealthy and sure
Cause the kingdom will be for the least of these
Cause the kingdom will be for you and for me
