The Prodigal Son
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I lived with my father and brother, for many years.
I thought to myself, “I must get out of here."
So, I asked for my inheritance, and I walked out the door.
For a new world, I wanted to explore.
I found a nice, place to rent.
It was worth the money, that I spent.
I threw parties, every single night.
I stayed up, until the break of daylight.
I experimented with drugs, and alcohol too.
And many prostitutes, I did pursue.
About 6 months later, I was out of money.
I wasted my inheritance, and it wasn’t funny.
I didn’t even have enough money, to buy a bread crumb.
I can’t believe, that I was so dumb.
I saw a job advertisement, at Narrow Street.
I went to work, so I could eat.
The job was on a farm, feeding the swine.
I needed the money, so I didn’t whine.
I was so hungry, I could have eaten the pigs’ pie.
I threw my face in the mud, and began to cry.
When I became broke, all my friends deserted me.
And I fell, into misery.
I decided to return, to my father’s home.
There I would be loved, and wouldn’t be alone.
I would ask him for forgiveness, and I would ask to be his servant.
It would be better, than becoming a hermit.
When I arrived home, I was caught by surprise.
For tears of joy, filled my father’s eyes.
He placed a ring on my finger, and a robe on my back.
I thought he’d be angry, maybe he cracked.
No, he didn't crack; he was glad I turned my life around.
The son he had lost, he was now found.
He then threw, a party on my behalf.
For me he killed, the fattest calf.
Adapted from Luke 15:11-32
Painting by Wayne Pascall
Copyright © Brother Jacob | Year Posted 2021
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