I wonder how it makes you feel when the prodigal won’t come home,
I wonder how it makes you feel when he’d rather be on his own,
I wonder what it’s like for you when a lamb has gone astray,
I wonder what it’s like for you when your children disobey.
It must be like another thorn struck in your brow,
It must be like another close friend’s broken vow,
It must be like another nail right through your wrist,
It must be just like…just like Judas’ kiss.
I wonder how it makes you feel when no one seeks your face,
I wonder how it makes you feel when they give up in the race,
I wonder what it’s like for you when they willingly disobey,
I wonder what it’s like for you when they willingly walk away.
It must be like another thorn struck in your brow,
It must be like another close friend’s broken vow,
It must be like another nail right through your wrist,
It must be just like…just like Judas’ kiss.
It must be like another thorn struck in your brow,
It must be like another close friend’s broken vow,
It must be like another nail right through your wrist,
It must be just like…just like Judas’ kiss.
