Lyrics

Prodigal Daughter
©2017 Greg Lambert

You were appointed
To govern a land
A steward of hearts
And willing hands

Blessed with a people
Finding their way
A dream and a promise
Gone astray

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There's a beacon that shines
In the still of the night
A figure that stands for what's right

A torch in her hand
Standing all alone
Prodigal daughter
Come home

You were appointed
To welcome the poor
Waiting and standing
At your door

You turn a blind eye
As their numbers recede
Crossing the border
Of want and need


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