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
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
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
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
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
