THE PRODICAL SON


A certain man had two sons
The younger asked his dad
To give what was his due
He wanted half he had
The son he then left home
Went to a far country
He wasted all his living
For awhile in luxury

Then there came a famine
All his money was soon gone
He started feeding swine
He was hungry before long
No one gave him anything
No one cared for him
He thought about his home
And the mess that he was in

In humbleness he decided
To finally return home
He’d be one of the servants
Not fit to be called a son
But his father looking each day
Finally saw him there
With compassion he kissed him
His love for him was clear

He said bring the best robe
And a ring for his hand
Put shoes upon his feet
My son is home again
Let’s have a merry time
They killed the fatted calf
The son who was so sad
Once again could laugh

So he was re-united
With the son he thought was dead
The father had forgiven him
For all he said and did
So will God the Father
Forgive and pardon you
If you repent and return home
He’ll surely welcome you

(Luke 15:11-24)


© 2000, Rebecca Guy


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