Monday, October 16, 2006
Prodigal Daughter
i see her wander around, princess without her crown, stublin' and fallin' down beneath her burden. she's floating through our town, bride without her gown, passin' her heart around to none the hurting.
she's scared of coming home, she's ben so long anlone, she's stat upon her throne, until it crumbled, now she's got to choose, she's nothing left to lose, she's battered and she's bruised and feling humbled as saying her prayers to no-one.
who is her brother, who is her keeper? where is her lover, can anyone reach her? cup of cold water, in the name of the Father, sending a letter to the prodigal daughter.
now where is love everyone, for all the one's who mourn, for those who suffer scorn and have no father. maybe to bless not curse, maybe the last not first, maybe the ones who thirst, will find the water.
her lover sees inside, He sees with lovers eyes, He sees a radiant bride, with passion burning. everythings upside down, her rags become her gown, her scars become her crown with no returning and i sing my song to you baby!
who is her brother, who is her keeper? where is her lover, can anyone reach her? a cup of cold water, in the name of the Father, sending a letter to the prodigal daughter.
By: Andrew Smith
she's scared of coming home, she's ben so long anlone, she's stat upon her throne, until it crumbled, now she's got to choose, she's nothing left to lose, she's battered and she's bruised and feling humbled as saying her prayers to no-one.
who is her brother, who is her keeper? where is her lover, can anyone reach her? cup of cold water, in the name of the Father, sending a letter to the prodigal daughter.
now where is love everyone, for all the one's who mourn, for those who suffer scorn and have no father. maybe to bless not curse, maybe the last not first, maybe the ones who thirst, will find the water.
her lover sees inside, He sees with lovers eyes, He sees a radiant bride, with passion burning. everythings upside down, her rags become her gown, her scars become her crown with no returning and i sing my song to you baby!
who is her brother, who is her keeper? where is her lover, can anyone reach her? a cup of cold water, in the name of the Father, sending a letter to the prodigal daughter.
By: Andrew Smith
