Parable 8: Father and Two Sons
A young brother went off with his share,
wasting it all till nothing was there.
I've been terribly bad,
yet I'll return to my Dad:
“How can I deserve to be your heir?”
His Dad saw him coming from afar
and so rushed out to greet him - “Hurrah!
At the very least
it's time for a feast.
I feared you were lost, now here you are.”
The elder son filled with vexation
at the sound of much celebration
then said to his Dad
“I never have had
a party nor yet a vacation.”
“My boy,” said the Dad, “you're always here,
all that we have is yours, never fear.
Let the party begin,
do come and join in.
Your brother was dead, so raise now a cheer.”
Luke 15.11-32
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