Prodigal
He’s not lost.
He’s knows all about you.
He knows your Word.
He knows he was raised,
Loving You.
He’s just doing,
What he wants to do.
He speaks,
With your intelligence.
He knows the power of prayer.
He know that you are the brick layer,
Of prosperity.
He’s just a prodigal,
On his way back home
To his roots,
Of loving you.
Right now I’m praying,
That it will happen soon.
I see so much good in my man.
I’m a fan of him.
He will soon be away from them.
Those who are stealing his inheritance,
Those who play in his negligence.
Lord return the prodigal,
Home some day.
So that we can celebrate,
And make room,
For his real life with you.
Because he has so much to do.
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