Prodigal Poem

randomlychad  —  September 14, 2012 — 4 Comments

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You can run away, thinking you know what’s best, turn to this, that, and the other to quench the burning in your breast.

But as Thompson said: none there are who would shelter thee who would not shelter Me.

So run away if you must–fast and far on the wings of the morn–but this of a surety you can trust:

Watching and waiting I will be…
Turn but towards home, and you will see:

Me

Flying over fields to you, my son, daughter, friend

Because in the end, I’m the God Who ran

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  • Larry_Shallenberger

    Nice!

    • Thanks, Larry!

      How are things in Erie?

  • Very nice Chad. It’s amazing how much you can CONTINUALLY learn from the prodigal son isn’t it? It’s like the gift that keeps on giving (that isn’t the Jelly of the Month Club)

    • That it is, Eddie--er, Jim--that it is. 😉

      The Bible is a mine whose veins will never be exhausted.