THE PRODIGAL SON.
He watched his son as he walked away,
Away from his father’s love,
And the father watched with tears in his eyes,
As he prayed to his God above.
“My son has gone, the world to roam,
Please keep him safe and bring him home.”
That son took his share of his father’s wealth,
And with all that he owned, walked away,
To live a wild life, with fair-weather friends,
Who, when money was spent, didn’t stay.
His father waited every day,
He never ceased to watch and pray.
With his money spent, and friends all gone,
He was destitute, alone,
And as he fed the swine he thought,
Of his father, back at home.
His father every day would pray,
“Lord bring him home, my waif and stray.”
That wayward son came to a place,
All the food he had, was a crust,
His money all squandered on living a life,
Of pleasure, enjoyment, and lust.
Each night, as he exhausted slept,
His father prayed and watched and wept.
In despair, that son, he headed home,
Ashamed of all he had done,
Willing to serve in his father’s house,
As a servant, no longer a son.
Unbeknown to him, a prayer was said,
By his father, kneeling by his bed.
A repentant son retraced his steps,
Dejected, and full of shame,
For all that he had lost, he knew,
He had to take full blame.
With a longing to see his son so dear,
That father saw his son appear!
At last, his home came into view,
What would his father say,
He vowed a servant he would be,
His debt he would repay.
His father called his lost son’s name,
His son came, bowed, and in deep shame.
His father took him in his arms,
Face wet with tears of joy,
“Thanks be to God,” he cried aloud,
“You’re back, my precious boy!”
“This day I longed and prayed would come,
My prayers all heard in love,
In love, your life has been preserved,
By our gracious God above,”
That father’s heart with joy was filled,
From being full of fear,
Of living life without his son,
His precious son so dear.
With sadness, that father looked upon,
The son who’d stayed at home,
This eldest son, not glad at all
For the one who’d dared to roam.
Within his heart such bitterness,
Not pleased to see the one,
Who had returned a wiser boy,
from the things, he’d said and done.
Love and Blessings dear friends
Lou.