A PLACE FOR JESUS

 Help me Mama dearest,

Help me Mama mine,

To conceive and bring to birth,

The little Babe divine.

In my heart this Advent,

Help me prepare a place,

Fragrant with your presence,

Sweet Mama full of grace.

Myra D'Souza/22.12.2009

PRODIGAL LOVE Luke 15:11-32

It was a glorious morning,

On a bright, clear, sunny day,

When Jesus told this parable,

Here’s what He had to say.

“There was a man who had two sons,

The younger of them said,

“I want my share of all that will

Be mine when you are dead.”

The saddened father looked at him

And shook his graying head,

He knew so well his foolish boy,

His heart was filled with dread.

When he had received his portion

Of the property,

He left without a backward glance

His home and family.

Making friends with sinners,

In a country far from home,

Squandering his wealth

Until he found himself alone.

Desperate he looked for work

When famine struck that land,

He was sent to feed the pigs,

As a hired hand.

Soon wisdom dawned upon him,

His sinfulness he rued,

He resolved to go back home,

To work in servitude.

The father from a distance

Recognized his son

Heart brimming with compassion

He began to run.

“Forgive me Father, I have sinned,

I’ve given ample proof,

That I am quite unworthy

To live beneath your roof.”

The father interrupted

His son’s apology,

Calling for a robe and ring,

And sandals for his feet.

“Rejoice with me let’s celebrate,”

The joyful father said,

“My son is home with me at last,

This boy I feared was dead.”

Too often in the past I too

Have wallowed deep in sin

Silencing the voice of conscience

Speaking from within.

Conversion came through tragedy,

And heart rending loss,

Embraced by God the Father,

In the shadow of the cross.

Myra D’Souza / 17.12.2009