The Prodigal Son Suite makes me think of four things:
Brad, who used this song at Wynnum high school religious education classes in Brisbane;
Bec, who played and sang this for us one night in the Mordialloc church hall (with the framed print brought from my home for the occasion);
Chris, who is a big Keith Green fan (an understatement); and
“My son was lost, oh thank you God he’s found,
My son was dead and he’s now alive,
Prepare a feast for my son’s alive,
My son was dead,
My son was lost,
My son’s returned in the hands of God.”
The song is not the reason I own the framed print, though.
That’s Henri Nouwen’s fault.