Mike Miller Poet Rhyme

He Came Back Home

Dishevelled and disgraced
With faltering steps he traced
The way back home.

 His lean frame a silhouette
Which his father's eyes had 
met
As he came back home

He had squandered all he had
And now in torn rags was clad
As he came back home

He had drunk the finest wine
But then shared the food of 
swine 
So he came back home

He bowed his head in shame
When his father, running, came
To lead him home

The tears poured down his face
Held by his fathers strong 
embrace
Who whispered "son, you're 
home"

His son said, falling to his 
knees,
"It is to serve you father, 
please.
That I have come back home"

" It is not right you call me son, 
For I have sinned in all I've 
done
Since I left home"

"Son, for this day I've yearned,
And at last you have returned,
To your true home"

"Yes, you had turned away 
from me
But now your sinful ways you 
see,
And you have come back 
home"

"So we will feast and trumpet 
sound
For he I thought was lost, is 
found
And now is home"

So for all who read these lines
Who choose darkness over light
Know your failings and your 
crimes
Don't keep you from your 
Fathers sight
For he watches and he waits
For that figure on the hill
That with repentant heart 
Humbly seeks the Father still
And his arms will open wide
As you whisper " Lord, forgive"
He will stem your tearful tide 
And bring you Home to live.

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