The parable of the Prodigal Son is well enough known; it need not be recounted here.
I just want to say that I have been one.
The parable of the Prodigal Son is well enough known; it need not be recounted here.
I just want to say that I have been one.
At the moment, the prodigal son needs to be careful of his brother, who might be jealous of his return.
I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done,
And I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son –
And, when they’ve caressed me as oft times before,
I never will play the wild rover no more.
And it’s no, nay, never –
No, nay, never, no more
Will I play the wild rover,
No, never, no more.
And some days it don’t come easy,
And some days it don’t come hard;
Some days it don’t come at all –
And these are the days that never end.
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