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Prophet and Prodigal
Written by Sarah Bowman

On streets of gold
On streets of dirt
Heavenly voices call to hearts of stone
To hearts of flesh

Our Lord, he sees
The least, the last, the first
We are all needing, not all receiving

Hope is rising, joy is coming
From the prophet to the prodigal
All of these are coming, belonging
To the fold of the Father

From dust to dust, from life to life
Battle rages on for lives and hearts

Our Lord He hears
The least, the last, the first
The ones the thief longs to kill
Oh, start receiving!

Hope is rising, freedom beckons
To the harlot and the righteous man
The beggar and the rich
Are coming, belonging to the Father

Hope is rising, joy is coming
To the desperate and the lonely hearts
The well fed and the hungry
Are coming, crying out to the Father

Spirit and the Bride say, “Come.”
The one who hears, the thirsty, and the one desiring Take the water of life without price

Hope is rising, salvation brings
Freedom to the captive man
The sinner and the saint
All belonging to the fold of the Father

He gives beauty for ashes

Hope is rising, joy is coming
From the prophet to the prodigal
The people of God
Recognizing the voice of the Father