Prodigal’s Lament
Written by Jack Sundrud and Craig Bickhardt

He’s honest as the day is long, stubborn as a stone
An ordinary man who cuts a figure all his own
A mix of contradictions
Full of doubts and strong convictions
I’ve fought him and I’ve loved him like no man I've ever known

Her hand upon my fevered brow soothed my growing pains
Through a thousand sacrifices, her steady smile remains
She’s an angel on a mission
Giving love without condition
I’ve been lost and I’ve been foolish but she’s never been ashamed

In the years of my rebellion I had to find my own truth
God knows how I survived the wasteland of my youth
Now I know that letting go was hard on them
Can we pick up the pieces again?

I’ve got this longing deep inside to find my heart’s content
To be some distant stranger was never my intent
I want to heal my relations
Like the sons of generations
We all know that old story, the prodigal’s lament

In the years of my rebellion I had to find my own truth
God knows how I survived the wasteland of my youth
Now I know that letting go was hard on them
Can we pick up the pieces again?

I’ve got this homeward yearning
And a prayer that keeps returning
That they’ll forgive the years I misspent
And listen to a prodigal’s lament