A poem about the prodigal son, duaghter, or anyone who has wondered far from home.
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I have wandered so far from home
I thought I was doing the right think
Asking for what was rightfully mine
But now I am not sure I can make it on my own
Each footstep takes me farther away from the land I love
I have wrongly spent my inheritance
on things that would make my family ashamed
My money is almost gone, have I had enough
My friends are gone and so is my treasure
I find some work taking care of the pigs
Now with no food, I’m eating with the swime
This life has cost me my pleasure
I must go home and be my father’s slave
Any life would be better than this
Being his worker, then I would have food
I don’t know what he’ll think, but I must be brave
And then I saw him down the road
Like he’d been watching for me
He started running with all his might
and he gave me his robe
He had a feast prepared for me
a meal, I didn’t deserve
but I was lost, and now I’m found
My father’s love set me free
My brother was mad
but my father changed his mind
“Don’t you see,” he said
“We all should be very glad
We have a right to celebrate
For he was dead and is now alive
God has brought him back to us
and I think that is so great.”
I was overwhelmed at my father’s love
But ever so glad to be home
For there is nothing like him ruuning to me
As I ran into his outstretched arms of love
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