That Prodigal Son

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Jorim-Paul Phillips

A son with devotion,

A son without.

One has a question

for the father no doubt.

 

The prodigal son

 wants his inheritance for the take,

So obliges the father

though his heart surely breaks.

 

His brother objects,

But then gets ignored.

Forsook by the son

For the world and what’s more.

 

With girls at his left 

and cash at his right,

he squanders his fortune

on what is not right.

 

With his money all gone

and the streets for a bed, 

He’s sick to his stomach 

and his heart fills with dread.

 

(Son)

“Oh why did I leave him?!”

Inwardly he said.

Those fake friends have left me,

Out here I am dead!”

 

So up from the trough,

leaving those smelly pink beasts,

and on towards his father

where he’ll fall at his feet.

 

(Son)

 “I know I have stayed 

from you goodness and grace,

I ask for a job

Not to stay at your place”.

 

(Son)

“He’ll surely say ‘no!’,

that’s what I deserve.

My once loving father

Is around that big curve”.

 

When he’s almost arrived,

drowning in his remorse,

he sees a big figure

charging at him like a horse.

 

He gets ready to drop

to the cold hardened ground,

but gets pulled close by father

while strong hands wrap around.

 

(Father)

“I’ve waited for you

Every day since you left,

finally you have returned, 

and my soul can now rest”.

 

The son pushes back

from his father’s embrace.

with a quizzical look

and tears running down his face.

 

(Son)

“Why do you love me

After all I have done?!”

 

(Father)

“I’ve loved you from the start,

since time had begun.”

 

(Father)

“Despite all your flaws,

Even though you did run.

Ill love you forever ,

Because you are my son”

 

This is God’s heart,

for you and for me.

For those who are lost

and for those who are free.

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