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| "Wherever You Are" |
| This is for all the Mothers out there waiting and praying for their "prodigals", and for those "prodigals" out there who are listening, and maybe even wanting to come home. :) |
She stands on the front porch, teardrops in her eyes,
watches as the young man says goodbye.
Silently, she breathes a prayer that God
would protect him when he's gone,
and last of all, she speaks to him alone
Son, remember, you can always come home.
Anytime, anyplace, any trouble that comes
it doesn't matter where you've gone or what you've done.
If you have nothing left, and you're looking for rest,
Son, remember, you can always come home.
Crouching in an alley,
hungry, tired, and cold.
After years of living in the world.
Suddenly, his thoughts go back to the day,
he had left his father's home,
and what his mother said before he'd gone.
Son, remember, you can always come home.
Anytime, anyplace, any trouble that comes
it doesn't matter where you've gone or what you've done.
If you have nothing left, and you're looking for rest,
Son, remember, you can always come home.
Prodigals, I beg you, do not go too far,
there's a place that loves you as you are.
It's the only place on earth that you
can be sure won't let you down.
The door is wide, the light is always on.
Son, remember, you can always come home.
Anytime, anyplace, any trouble that comes
it doesn't matter where you've gone or what you've done.
If you have nothing left, and you're looking for rest,
Son, remember, you can always come home.
Son, remember, you can always come home.
watches as the young man says goodbye.
Silently, she breathes a prayer that God
would protect him when he's gone,
and last of all, she speaks to him alone
Son, remember, you can always come home.
Anytime, anyplace, any trouble that comes
it doesn't matter where you've gone or what you've done.
If you have nothing left, and you're looking for rest,
Son, remember, you can always come home.
Crouching in an alley,
hungry, tired, and cold.
After years of living in the world.
Suddenly, his thoughts go back to the day,
he had left his father's home,
and what his mother said before he'd gone.
Son, remember, you can always come home.
Anytime, anyplace, any trouble that comes
it doesn't matter where you've gone or what you've done.
If you have nothing left, and you're looking for rest,
Son, remember, you can always come home.
Prodigals, I beg you, do not go too far,
there's a place that loves you as you are.
It's the only place on earth that you
can be sure won't let you down.
The door is wide, the light is always on.
Son, remember, you can always come home.
Anytime, anyplace, any trouble that comes
it doesn't matter where you've gone or what you've done.
If you have nothing left, and you're looking for rest,
Son, remember, you can always come home.
Son, remember, you can always come home.
For the Prodigal