Prodigal You
The walk tires when we don't feed
From hands that bled upon a tree
That brought you branch from Holy vine
To spread, nourish for all time
The catch is all once fishermen
Blessed yet still at times pretend
We need no net to hold unto
Holes have torn what once we knew
In haste we leave and seek the route
Our own, not His that don't work out
We crash and burn and seek to blame
Someone once us so not the same
The ride we thought would never come
To end like this someone has won
Battle for you who now abides
In darkness's mouth drowned by ones own pride
Humble this word you thought you knew
Arrogance has made of you
Slave to things, you once called son
Lost this day and much more stunned
There will be those who will accuse
Throw their stones on soul yours bruised
Complete the puzzle with one last piece
Tormented soul to say the least
Yet in this ragged state He sees
The beautiful that He set free
With arms stretched wide He calls again
To you who breaks the heart that mends
Love like this no one will give
Yet love He does you He forgives
To bless again upon this day
His best no less that went astray
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