Thy prodigal son

A begging bowl, I scarce can pay thy debt, So I choose all life in debt to remain— To bounties of thy kingdom, to my fate, What if at all can I give, what ye gain? I opt to sing then paeans of thy praise, A man in want, dunk in desires-filled heart, A grateful toast in thanks is all I raise, Pray, help me lighten my life's loaded cart. Thy child, pray help me ever grateful stay, And amidst plenitude somewhat less blasé, By lures of life much less carried away, Be thou indulgent to my wanton ways, I prefer Lord to be plumb in thy debt, Me, thy son, prodigal, no less ingrate. ______________________________________ Sonnet |01.06.2008| son, prayer