An
angry young man left home on the run
for a life in the fast lane,
his place in the sun.
His father stood waiting and he stretched out his hand,
to offer his blessing to that angry young man.
He's an angry young man.
He don't understand...
a Father's love, a father's love...
He took what was his & he went on his way.
His father stood watching there was nothing he could say.
He squandered that treasure & threw it away
for a moment of pleasure, but there will come a day
for that
angry young man.
He don't understand...
a Father's love, a father's love...
He was down on his luck, spending his time
Tending the fields and feeding the swine.
and When they were done, it was his turn to dine,
he was hungry & thirsty & losing his mind,
He's an angry young man
He don't understand....
a father's love, a father's love...
He said
"My father's servants have bread enough to spare, I'm a
stranger in this foreign land.
I'd rather tend my father's fields and be his servant there...
Father, please forgive me if you can."
His father rejoiced just to see him arrive,
"Put a ring on his finger, thank God that he's alive.
Once dead, now he's living,
Once lost, now he's found.
Kill the calf and make ready, let the music abound."
for the angry young man,
he don't understand...
a father's love, our Father's love....
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Another
great song translated almost directly from the New Testament
parable of the prodigal son.
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