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The Prodigal Son

by Billy Creighton © 2021

"Give me my share of your worldly estate
For I want to enjoy life before it's too late"
So with a sad heart his father gave him his share
And watched his son leave for Vanity Fair.

But it wasn't too long before his money was gone
Foolishly spent on wine, women and song
So with his pockets now empty and his belly needing food
All his so-called friends abandoned the once cool dude

There wasn't much to be found by way of jobs
So, he left his pride to work in the sty and feed the farmers hogs
Then he came to his senses as his hunger grew worse
And he thought of his father's servants all eating their main course!

"I will go to my father and admit I've done wrong
And I'm no longer worthy to be called your son
Please make me one of your servants I beg
And all I ask for is some food and a bed"

So he headed for home down that long road of shame
So many thoughts weaving through his tangled brain
"Will my father ever be the same"?
Will he treat me with disdain"?

Yet while the son was still a long way off
The father saw him coming and immediately took off
Running to his son as fast as he could
And throwing his arms around his still cool dude

The rehearsed I'm Sorry speech the boy had begun
Fell on deaf ears as the father kissed and hugged his son
"Bring the best robe put a ring on his finger
And kill the fatted calf we're all going to have dinner!
This son of mine was dead but now he's alive!
He once was lost but now he's found!"

The moral of this story is not so hard to see
For Gods Prodigal sons are you and me
But God our Heavenly Father is standing on the road
Patiently waiting to welcome His Prodigals back home

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