THE  PRODIGAL

By Rev. Dean Beaty  2/22/08

 

The prodigal took an unwise step to leave his father’s home.

His father’s love was not enough so he began to roam.

It wasn’t long till all was gone and with the pigs he ate.

But just in time he saw himself before it was too late.

 

His father’s house had warmth and food and he had neither one.

His clothes were rags, his money gone and so he headed home.

All the pride that once was his.  It’s time now to eat crow.

I’ll face my dad and hear him say, “Did not I tell you so?”

 

But as he walked that lonely path devoid of pride and charms,

His father ran to meet the boy with joyful open arms.

There was no, “I told you so.”  No beating with a staff.

“My son’s come home, let’s celebrate and kill the fatted calf.”

 

He could have stayed there with the pigs fearing the father’s wrath.

But he recalled his father’s house and took the homeward path.

If you have wandered far from God, recall how God loves you.

And you will find His arms spread wide. So bid the pigs ado.