Poetry

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The Father watched his child leave home.
Why did this one want to roam?
Tears flowed as the Father cried,
“Oh my child, my child,” he sighed.

The Father gazed at the road each day,
Waiting for his child that went astray.
He longed to see his child once more.
This was what his heart hoped for.

The prodigal desired to see his Father’s face,
To once more be held in his embrace.
Home, the place that was so dear to his heart
When he returned he’d never depart.

Could he go back after what he’d done?
Would his Father accept a prodigal son?
What a burden he bore, a heavy load,
As he walked that dusty familiar road.

His Father ran with arms open wide
Pulled and held him close to His side.
The prodigal would never leave again
He’d never return to a life of sin.

The son knew his Father’s love was strong.
This is where he’d always belong.
As the Father wiped away each tear,
He told his son “I’ll always be near.”

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