Marcia's Poem of the Week 5.20.2022

 

Marcia's poem of the week 5 20 2022 THE PRODIGAL SON Luke 15: 11-32

Luke 15:20-24 New Living Translation

20 “So he returned home to his father. And while he was still a long way off, his father saw him coming. Filled with love and compassion, he ran to his son, embraced him, and kissed him. 21 His son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against both heaven and you, and I am no longer worthy of being called your son.’ 22 “But his father said to the servants, ‘Quick! Bring the finest robe in the house and put it on him. Get a ring for his finger and sandals for his feet. 23 And kill the calf we have been fattening. We must celebrate with a feast, 24 for this son of mine was dead and has now returned to life. He was lost, but now he is found.’ So the party began.

 

THE PRODIGAL SON Luke 15: 11-32

Jesus told the story to a people long ago,

Of a son who ran away and a father who loved him so.

The father sat at his window and watched everyday,

For his son to return from his prodigal way.

 

He could never give up or turn away his eyes,

Days he spent waiting with many tears and sighs.

Then the son returned home after years gone by,

And the father ran to him without a question why.

 

He took his neck to kiss and hugged his body tight,

He wiped tears from his face and celebrated that night,

God sits at heaven's window watching everyday,

For His prodigal children that have turned away.

 

Turn back and see He'll make things right,

He'll run to you and hold you tight,

And wipe each tear from your eye,

And He'll do this without a question why.

 

Marcia Riehle 2016

 

 

Poem of the week for my great grandsons: Jeremiah, Tobiah and Elijah

THE PRODIGAL SON

Sometimes you may want to run away,

When you're mad at Mom or Dad,

For you want to have fun and play

Away from the discipline you've had.

 

It can be hard to be kind to brothers,

And to keep your playroom clean,

And it can be hard to be nice to others,

Because sometimes others are mean.

 

The Prodigal son also felt that way,

So he decided to run away from home,

He packed a bag and left that day,

To live in the big city alone.

 

That's where he lost all his money,

Cared for pigs and ate their food,

And found himself destitute and lonely,

Then came to his senses as he should.

 

So he packed a bag, though in a daze,

Willing to be a servant at home,

And after he'd been walking for days,

He was hungry, repentant and alone.

 

But the father was keeping watch there,

When he saw his son coming over the hill,

And he ran to him and wiped a tear,

And showed him that he loved him still.

 

Our Lord is like the prodigal's father,

And as soon as you come to Him,

Know He is there waiting proper,

To heal you and hold you once again.

 GG 2022