The prodigal son severed ties,
Wishing his father was dead;
He wanted no part of him and his rules;
Though his father adored him, he fled
But not before requesting his share
Of his presumed inheritance;
A great chasm between father and child
Became a worlds-apart distance
The son lived recklessly extravagant
Like there was no tomorrow;
Not till his coffers and cupboards were bare,
Did he taste bitter tears of sorrow
When he remembered how well
His father's servants were fed,
He decided to return to ask
If he could work off his enormous debt
But while he was no more
Than a speck upon the horizon,
His father, who was always watching,
Ran to him with compassion
The son admitted his sin and his shame
And with contrition, confessed
Then the father gave him his own robe
And with a signet ring, he was blessed
The son was welcomed into the house
With the seat of honour at the feast;
He kicked up his heels for the good news
With new sandals on his freshly-cleaned feet
He was back in his father's fold,
Finally, safe and sound
No longer dead to him, but alive;
No more lost, but mercifully found
Oh, what great joy there is
In the Father's blessed embrace
Over repentant sinners
Through God's redeeming grace
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Inspired by Luke 15:11-32
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