I've seen the beads upon your brow
Beneath the noonday sun
Strainin' at your buried plow
And the work that's never done
You're proud of all the things you've seen
And the strength of your arm and hand
But instead of a shepherd's crook and staff
Now you wield a whip and brand

Your Father's heart is broken
And still, you are His son
But you yourself have turned your back
On the vic'try Jesus won
I can feel His Spirit cryin'
For your blindness and your pain
He's drawin' you with cords of love
To find His rest again

The flock of God are children still
They're His Body and His Bride
Now I see you beating them
In your anger and your pride
He gave His Word for freedom
You use it to enslave
But when God has become your enemy
Tell me, who'll be there to save?
Standin' in the darkness
A sound comes on the wind
Music, joy and laughter
And it's callin' you again
Your brother's there rejoicing
With your father and his friends
And now it's up to you
To turn around and go back in

In the end, it's up to you
To turn around and go back in