Prodigal Welcome Home
Has anybody seen our lost son Johnnie?
I've been dreaming he's not gone;
I see him walking, skipping, running
Out against the eastern dawning;
Then I blink, and look again, and lo, he’s home.
'Welcome home my well-beloved,
Let me take you in my arms
I can see you’ve lived some trouble.
You been working the hog farms?
Servants, come and wash him spotless;
Lay him out a purple robe,
Put my gold ring on his finger;
Drape is neck in chains of gold
Go and kill the calf I've cherished
Bring our finest bright new wine,
For the son I thought had perished
Has come home and he is fine.
Welcome home, dear son, dear Johnnie.
Come and celebrate with me,
Praise our God of milk and honey
Who has kept you safe for me.
Every servant, every helper every daughter, every son,
Come and sing and dance and praise Him,
Ever faithful, Holy One!
Thanks for bringing home my Johnnie
Thanks for keeping him from harm
For the son I thought was lost is found
Let jubilee beshake this farm!
Jubilee must ring triumphant
Every tongue must praise our God
Johnnie's home! Go, blow the trumpet.
Hallelujah, Praise the Lord!
Every servant, every helper, sons and daughter, everyone,
Come and sing and dance and praise Him.
I've got back my precious son!
Gene Pinkney: Oct, 23, 04
See John. 3/16—each of us is or has been a Johnnie
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