Receive this invitation of reconciliation
The Father’s reaching out to us
Rebellious generation, He hears our desperation
He’s calling out the way we’re the ones He says go
A love for His creation without an expiration
No matter just how far we run
His heart is kind and gracious with unrelenting
He’s there with open and He says
daughter, son, to prodigal who’s run
the tired and
Receive resurrection, a holy intersection
A table He’s prepared for a feast of
Join the celebration, the time of jubilee’s begun
He says to daughter, son, to prodigal who’s run
the tired and
He’s bigger than the you’ve
He dried with His blood
Oh the Father’s
Ohhhhhhh,
ohhhh
and the bride come
ohhhh
and the bride
Come, to daughter, son
prod and crew’s to the dying ones
Come, he’s been good and the you’ve
He drowned with his blood
Oh, the Father’s
The and the bride and the bride
The and the bride and the bride
The and the bride and the bride come