Prodical Son
Like a tide in the storm
taking sand from the shore,
tossed and turned to return to the shore twice as strong as before,
So does the prodical son as he knocks on his fathers door...
Bruised and battered his title didnt matter-
His ways brought shame on his family name.
He used and abused- spent up all his fathers money
no friends since its gone-his fun is no more.
Reality begins to set in when he eats with the pigs-
Its kind of ironic when all he had to do is just repent.
So finally he acknowleges the damage he's done and goes back to his father-
who killed the fattest calf for his son...
Like a tide in the storm
taking sand from the shore,
tossed and turned to return to the shore twice as strong as before,
So does the prodical son as he knocks on his fathers door...
Dont you remember when you walked in his shoes?
Dont act like you aint walked in them too-we all have missued.
But like the prodical son we where saved from our pasts, when we got down on
our knees and asked God for a second chance.
I pray you recieve this lesson, the father wants you to come on home, but many
reject him.
Were all prodical sons, even you gangstas and thugs- the father wants you to
come back home- this world is no home, Repent while you can...This is our
second chance.
Everyday we get tossed and turned by the enemy-But if you have God's word it
will set you free.
You was down on your luck before- now your headed for glory-twice as strong as
before...Take some time out today to call on the Lord!!!
Like a tide in the storm
taking sand from the shore,
tossed and turned to return to the shore twice as strong as before,
So does the prodical son as he knocks on his fathers door...
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