The Second Book of Inspirational Poetry byIrene Beales
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When the Prodigal son
His substance had squandered -
In riotous living and greed -
And all that was left, was the herd
Of pigs - His job to feed
And the grind of an empty stomach
Lacking food for its need,
Then his thoughts drifted back to his homeland
And a Father - Who - unknown to him
Seemed to sense his young sons need.
Daily he peered into the distance,
So sure that he would return -
And he bore no malice or hatred
In his heart,
For his boy who had left home,
Seeking the pleasures of the world -
Using money he had not earned.
Like our Father in Heaven he'd forgiven
And still held him dear in his heart,
Then one day he saw him coming,
Penitent and sorry,
Willing to take the place of a servant
In the home where he'd previously been a part,
But his Father reached out
And welcomed his son
And completely wiped out - the wrong he had done.
Jesus is always ready and waiting
For those who to Him will come,
On the Cross - He cried to His Father
To forgive those
Who understood not what they done.
He shed His blood that sinners could come -
And no matter how far away we've roamed
He'll always be watching for us to come home.
Like the Father in days of old
He'll welcome us - and in His blood
Completely wipe out the wrong we've done.
So - when like the Prodigal son
The end of your tether has come -
And you know not which way to turn,
Remember - Jesus is waiting -
And it's never too late - To return.
10/11/86 Rev Knights Sermon