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THE PRODIGAL CHILD
THE PRODIGAL CHILD
My life He has in His hand
Creatively He molded me with sand
Into my nostrils He breathe
The breath of life.
Disobedience I practiced
The forbidden fruit I ate
On the oath of sin I traveled
Neglecting my creator.
Several times back I went
To my creator, pleading
Pleading for forgiveness
Mercifully, He forgives.
Back to the sinful world I went
A prodigal child I am
Living a pleasurable life
Filed with sin
Yet, when remorseful
Back to Him I went
Pleading.
Merciful father, I’m sorry
I cry with sorrow
Knowing that He hates sin
Irritating I am to Him
Yet, He washes away my sin
With His precious blood
I become His once again
Privileged to have Jesus.
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