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The Prodigal Son

by Walt Wilkerson

He felt so bored; did his chores grudgingly
Fantasized of other lands; how life could be
Tho' afraid p'haps father would say no
He asked for his share, ask if he could go

His Father just stared and said not a word
Handed him money, "be careful" was all he heard
He looked back just once, when he was far away
Was that him, standing there by the gateway?

Oh I'm free, to whatever, do anything I choose
This feels so right, how could I possibly lose
Spending freely, friends just seem to appear
He was in love, every day, had naught to fear

Time passed, and the money was all spent
Didn't have enough to pay this month's rent
Searched for a friend, but everyone was busy
How could this be, what has happened to me?

Now deserted by friends, hungry and broke
He regretted using his legacy, guilt awoke
How could he return, ruined and in shame
Admit his rebellious spirit was now tame?

He asked around, searching for some employ
Earn lots of money; friends and life he'd enjoy
Days of searching, trying, reaching for the top
He took a job no one wanted; pigs to slop

Depressed, sore, he moaned, I'll go home t'day
Part way there he stopped, and began to pray
Not knowing from whence the thought came
Go back home, anything is better, even shame

He go back to his Father, and tell him of his sin
On his knees beg to be a servant, just let me in
Was Father the same full of hope and mercy?
Far down the road, his old home he could see

Still a long way off, thought he espied a man
Running to meet him, should he run or stand?
His sight was blurry, but he saw who'd bother
The man running toward him, t'was his Father!

His eyes filled with tears as strong arms embrace
His Father was happy, was no words of disgrace
Wait Father, I have offended God and thee
I am not worthy, your Son I can no longer be

Nonsense my Son, you were dead and now alive
I am elated to see you, to know you did survive
Come with me as my Son and we'll party till night
Yes, things were wrong, but we'll make them right

This is how God will greet us, tho' sinners we be
If only we'd repent from sin, and let God see
That we know he'll accept us back, as we are
Just realize your heart to God's, t'is not far

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