Prodigal Father
In midst of pleasure,in fun and excitement ,
leaving His hand I ran,got lost and
could not find my way and called him a prodigal father.
Thinking He should have come after me ,
I myself turned my back on Him
and proclaimed Him to be a prodigal father .
When it struck me mind ,
how dirty my life had become .
I turned back to Him and tried to find my way .
Tired of trying ,I lost all hope but at the end ,
I saw Him standing on a hilltop,
arms open wide to take me into an embrace ,
to forgive me of all my sins and make me whole again .
It was then I understood that I was the prodigal son ,
but He always remained a loyal father .
Copyright © Adelina Chauhan | Year Posted 2023
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