Thoughts Of A Prodigal
Each one begins this life as a prodigal;
rebellion is our stock-in- trade;
looking back it doesn’t seem logical;
but, that’s just how we are made.
We all started out this life as a child;
determining what we wanted to be;
fighting all authority; becoming wild;
saying, “You’re not the boss of me!”
We are all here, to learn from mistakes;
far away from our heavenly home;
if we’re not able to catch some breaks;
we’ll have to learn from our own.
Life is a maze of apparent opportunity;
each path contains risk and reward;
from sorrow and tragedy; there is no immunity;
tho a pen is mightier than a sword.
Most people think actions are louder than words;
though, from words, all reality became;
words are thoughts with the wings of birds;
some words bring lasting shame.
Words spring out from the well of thought;
all comprising the river of life;
flowing to a place the Master brought;
bringing both love and strife.
The road we choose; makes little difference;
for all must temporarily roam;
the Master is also the Lord of Deliverance;
God will lead prodigals home.
Monty 4/24/23. # 1,542