Sons Son On The Run
I heard your stories
Mother, she read by my bed
Stories of faith and deliverance
Grief and repentance too
I heard your whispers
My father, he kneeled by my head
Whispers of strength and weakness
Grace and forgiveness too
Would you forgive me for being your son? I was a bad one
Would you forgive me for loving you with the barrel of a gun?
After all, I was a bad one
Angels are singing sweet lullabies
As you let me freely roam
I've sinned with the best of them
Now your son is coming home
Would you forgive me for being your son? I was a bad one
Would you forgive me for loving you with the barrel of a gun?
Would you forgive me for being your son? I was a wayward one
Would you forgive me for loving you with my life as a prodigal son?
