The Prodigal Child
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THE
PRODIGAL
CHILD
My
life
He
has
in
His
hand
Creatively
He
molded
me
with
sand
Into
my
nostrils
He
breathe
The
breath
of
life.
Disobedience
I
practiced
The
forbidden
fruit
I
ate
On
the
oath
of
sin
I
traveled
Neglecting
my
creator.
Several
times
back
I
went
To
my
creator,
pleading
Pleading
for
forgiveness
Mercifully,
He
forgives.
Back
to
the
sinful
world
I
went
A
prodigal
child
I
am
Living
a
pleasurable
life
Filed
with
sin
Yet,
when
remorseful
Back
to
Him
I
went
Pleading.
Merciful
father,
I’m
sorry
I
cry
with
sorrow
Knowing
that
He
hates
sin
Irritating
I
am
to
Him
Yet,
He
washes
away
my
sin
With
His
precious
blood
I
become
His
once
again
Privileged
to
have
Jesus.
Eyitayo
Lizzy
Motif:
Spiritual
Copyright © Eyitayo Lizzy | Year Posted 2012
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