the Father's love

there once was a young lad who ran away from home

                    his father was troubled to see that son go...

his father said, "Oh if only he knew that I could see everything,

                    what he's done, and where he's going to...

Oh If only my son could see, the love that I have he would never leave me."

                  Patiently waiting with tears in his eyes,

the father looked on and in his whole being cried,

                  "Who can I send to get my son,

back from the fighting, the girls, and the slums."

                    Then he looked and he saw the greatest of all his sons,

the flesh of his flesh, the blood of his blood

                 when he looked at this son here's what he said,

"Oh my son how I love you,

                   you've been always the best,

from the time you were lads

                      you gave your young brother rest

you've always shown ever so much love for your father

                     and all that I say, its a shame that you're brother has run away

Oh if only that son could see, that his father knew everything

                before he even was born

but in love he let through the plague and the storm,

           and he sent his own shepherds to bring his son home

and the father said, "Oh if only he knew that I could see everything

         I know where he's gone, and I know what he's done

still I will take that boy home."

         Well the shepherds they came and they went, but the son stayed behind,

the women, and sports kept his dad from his mind

              and the father just looked upon his beloved son,

the son who would never run away,

               and the son came to the father and said,

"I will go get my brother and I'll bring him home,

                     I love him like you do and never again will he roam

he'll see our love and surely he'll come, never again to run"

           The father said alright and sent out his dearly beloved to bring home his boy

well the good son went into that land of evil

               the good son was perfect and unchanged and unphased

he was stronger than the city folks on their best day

            for three and a half years the perfect son went

all through the city day by day toil spent

             till finally the city folk killed that dear man

they said, "let us kill him just cruel as we can."

             they couldn't lament him on this day of cheer for you see his dying words were

"My brother come here..." and his brother came close

               and He whispered into his ear,

"my brother my brother, won't you come home?

                  I've come to take you out of Rome,

my brother my brother, don't stay here,

                    I knew they would kill me, and so did our dad,

but we let this happen so you would come back."

                The son ran back home and who should he see?

the Father was standing with a grin on His face,

                  and His Son with scarred hands and marks on His face

now I tell you this brother, is me and you

             so come home to the Father because he's called you