The Prodigal Child

I had a conversation with a friend today that had me thinking about all of the mistakes that the Lord can bring us back from. I know some people (Joey) think I use this word too much but he is truly amazing in his ability to show grace and forgiveness. Anyhow that made me want to share this with you. No the story isn’t real but it is an example of God’s limitless grace and love.

“‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.”
Luke 15:31-32

The Last Tear

They knew each other as childhood playmates.
A bond strong and lasting was foreseen.
Their souls entwined, however parallel were their fates.
Unknown was it how close to the edge one would lean.

The turbulent years of high school haunted them like prey.
Upon bended knee he struggled and kept himself afloat,
but slowly he say his friend begin to slip away,
her lifestyle taking a more seductive note.

Stories spread of the passions that occurred when one dated his Lily.
His heart would have burned with pain had he not chosen denial.
Could it be that this woman he adored, was in a word, easy.
He watched her stumble upon sin and slid into a dangerous spiral.

He decided if a man did cause her pain,
If he made her cry,
There would be one way to receive the revenge he vowed to gain,
Rejecting all that he believed, he would cause that man to die.

Convicting love brought the night she decided to say no.
Still her date chose to have her no matter by which way.
She acquired AIDS as quick as an arrow shot from the devil’s bow.
It took this to make her realize just how far her life did stray.

Thirteen years later he leans beside her grave,
A single tear lingering on his face,
And sees the road which their choices came to pave,
As he rises when the jail guard says to quicken up his pace.

Salvation found him cornered in the darkness of a cell.
Left without distractions, faith renewed its fading glimmer.
To the ground once more he fell,
To rest his head upon the knee of his redeemer.