How Could (The Feast of the Prodigal)

from by Driftwood Resonance

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There once was a son who said
“Dad I wish you were dead
I want my inheritance now!”

The Father could have said
“Now son just go to bed
Tomorrow your only friend will be the plow”

But instead
With hands and tongue like lead
He gave his son the share deserved

The son took it all and fled
A big town to lay his head
Wasted wealth and want, new masters he serves

As he dines with swine, he whines
“I wanna go home!
But how could I?
How could he?”

How could he love me
after all that I have done?
How could I be his heir?
How could he call me “son”?
How could I come to his table
Eat and drink to my fill?
I'm surely not able.
How could he love me still?

The Father watched the road
Hoping his son would show
No sign of him for a such a long while

See there! Moving slow
He jumped up and he started to go
The son watched his father run a mile

The father held him close
Kissed his face even though
The stench was putrid and vile

The tears fly from eyes he cries
“I’m finally home;
But my debt is still owed
Make me a slave of your own”

How could you love me
after all that I have done?
How could I be your heir?
How could you call me “son”?
How could I come to your table
eat and drink to my fill?
I'm surely not able.

Just then the father interrupted
“I have waited many days for your return
Dear son your mind has been corrupted
My love is not something you can earn”

I will always love you
Though I know what you’ve done
You’re my child, my heir
My dear beloved son
Come to my table
Eat and drink to your fill
You surely are able
How could I not love you still?

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from Loading​.​.​., released June 2, 2017

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Driftwood Resonance Wisconsin

Driftwood Resonance is David Kalsow, a developing singer-songwriter from Wisconsin. With story driven lyrics and simple melodies, he believes there is always hope.

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