Sacred Verse
The Second Book of Inspirational Poetry by
Irene BealesA new poem will be shown each time you visit this page.
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 |