Inspiration struck last night. I wrote a new poem. I thought I would share it with you. With a few adjustments it becomes a song.
I was young,
And such a fool,
Wanting naught at home to do,
Dad your will,
Give my part please,
A world to see.
You have friends,
You should know,
When you have funds,
And far from home,
But no funds then no friends,
Now what will you do?
No food to eat,
Rebellion’s cost is very steep,
Was there really cause to moan,
When you were home?
On the road,
I feel my pulse beat through my skin
Will he say,
That I can stay or on your way
The end is near,
I’m filled with fear,
Soon the answer will be clear,
He runs to me and says,
“Child, welcome home.”
I intentionally left the Scripture reading today for last. Here it is.
3 Then Jesus told them this parable:
11 Jesus continued: “There was a man who had two sons. 12 The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them.
13 “Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.14 After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. 15 So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. 16 He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.
17 “When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! 18 I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ 20 So he got up and went to his father.
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
21 “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
22 “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23 Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 24 For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate. (Luke 15:3, 11-25, New International Version).
Have a blessed day in the Lord.
Blessings to you,
Copyright 2019, J. Keith Broyles, Spirit’s Breath Ministries, All Rights Reserved
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