There's a wretch in God's garden digging down on through the soil.
Breaking up what's been hardened, killing snakes in their coil.
There's a wretch in God's garden, he makes a living through his toil.
Every seed he'll soon harvest, grows a fruit that's bound to spoil.
Woa oh oh oh, prodigal.
There's a wretch that's gone wandering, making life a game of chance.
His wealth is getting squandered in ode to his own plans.
There's a wretch that's gone wandering to a far-off, distant land.
Every cent he's been allotted falls quickly from his hands.
Woa oh oh oh, prodigal.
I'm a wretch and I'm a farmer, quite deserving of both names.
Either wasting or out working, my pride has me enslaved.
I'm a wretch and I'm a farmer trying to earn what can't be gained.
Every act becomes a fodder, each thought leaves me the blame.
Woa oh oh oh, prodigal.
Every wretch has got a Father, loving reckless through the years.
Making ripe what once was rotten, giving hope in spite of fear.
Every wretch has got a Father, running swiftly to be near.
Every grace he tends on showing, causes debt to disappear.
Woa oh oh oh, prodigal.
...ramble on...
Aaahhhh, "giving hope in spite of fear"
ReplyDelete"causes debt to disappear"
Love these words, every one of them Dane!!
Beautiful!! Thank you for sharing this song. I live on the hope that "every grace He tends on showing."