Paul Payne837 - Prodigal Son

Father I have sinned against heaven and you
Am not worthy to be called your son
Father I have sinned against heaven and you
Am not worthy to be called your son
Am on my knees
Lord take me please
Life full of shame I give u my keys
You are the shepherd I am the lost sheep
Hunger and pain I can't even sleep
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home
While growing up mayne umoyo wenze sober
I lost my way muchi kristu nina soba
Monga ni boza nayamba naka moba
I felt so rich nenzo kwela monga dolla
Nenze bigi buyer ma gelo benzo fola
Balling so hard monga futu bola
I never played smart naimya nama kola
Life so messed kwati ndine nkumba
Chalo ku nzuna nivinapo na rhumba
Nenze tamanga opisha ndalama
I got more green ku chila na farmer
Awe shuwa ichi chalo nicho wama
Ku funa che akazi chikwati niba nama
Gwane, jane benze fulu ma mama
Lord have mercy umoyo una jama
I need change ngati ni obama
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home
Father meet me with your arms wide open
The world's done broken your prodigal son
Father lead me downside to the river
Wash me clean 'til I'm whiter than snow
I know I'm not worthy to be called your son
Is there any mercy for a wanderin' soul
I lost my way but am down on my knees
If ain't too late won't you tell me please
You gotta place for me
A little grace for me
Living on my own oways thinking of myself
Its all fools Gold and temporary wealth
Walls are falling down, storms are closing in
Tears in my eyes, here I go again
Will work for u lord, as long as I can
Now I'm letting go, and holding out your hand
Father take me right now has I am
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home like a prodigal son
Am coming back home
When he came to his senses he said
How many of my father's hired servants have food to spare
And here I am starving to death
I will set out and go back to my father and say to him
Father I have sinned against heaven and against you
I am no longer worthy to be called your son
Make me like one of your hired servants
So he got up and went to his father

Written by:
Penyani Phiri

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find