Rev. Robert Wilkins, Prodigal Son
The Prodigal Son left home by himself…
And that’ll be the way to get along…
And the last word—amen—I heard him say
Said I goin tell my father give me all of mine today
And the poor boy got all he had and started on down the road
Said I’m goin somewhere out in this world
and God in heaven will know it
And the poor boy got away from home
and spent all that he had
Spent all he had and a famine come in the land
And he said, I believe I’ll go and hire myself to some man
And a man told him, I’ll give you a job for to feed my swine
And the poor boy stood there and hung his head and cried
Said I believe I’ll ride and I believe I’ll go back home
And as far down the road, friend, as any father could see
He said, I believe that’s my son, he’s coming home to me
And his father run to him and he fell down on his knees
Commenced cryin and prayin, Lord have mercy on me
And I’m so glad the Lord sent my son home to me
And the poor boy stood there and hung his head and cried
And he told him, don’t you own me as a child
And the father he stood and he called the family round
Said, my son was lost but now he’s found
And he told his elder brother, go kill my fatted calf
Let us all eat and drink, be all day merry and glad
To listen to Rev. Robert Wilkins sing Prodigal Son, click here.
And that’ll be the way to get along…
And the last word—amen—I heard him say
Said I goin tell my father give me all of mine today
And the poor boy got all he had and started on down the road
Said I’m goin somewhere out in this world
and God in heaven will know it
And the poor boy got away from home
and spent all that he had
Spent all he had and a famine come in the land
And he said, I believe I’ll go and hire myself to some man
And a man told him, I’ll give you a job for to feed my swine
And the poor boy stood there and hung his head and cried
Said I believe I’ll ride and I believe I’ll go back home
And as far down the road, friend, as any father could see
He said, I believe that’s my son, he’s coming home to me
And his father run to him and he fell down on his knees
Commenced cryin and prayin, Lord have mercy on me
And I’m so glad the Lord sent my son home to me
And the poor boy stood there and hung his head and cried
And he told him, don’t you own me as a child
And the father he stood and he called the family round
Said, my son was lost but now he’s found
And he told his elder brother, go kill my fatted calf
Let us all eat and drink, be all day merry and glad
To listen to Rev. Robert Wilkins sing Prodigal Son, click here.