The Prodigal Son
Tired of storms that rock his boat
Inside a heart he keeps afloat
His faith in CHRIST wrestles with things
That try to rob his soul of blessings
He's known JESUS since 89"
Admits falling when faith sometimes
Flys South, away when doubt becomes
To blur vision of Gods Kingdom
A sinner once that cared the least
For those his prey, on souls he'd feast
Robbing them blind and risking all
Till GOD arrived, on William call
He knew of days where all he did
Was just to run and God forbid
With friends not CHRIST that changed his ways
Yesterday with death, freed slave today
Confessing strife that runs him down
Thanking the Lord, soul turned around
To pick him up when he's not sound
To heal his hurt, untie hands bound
God called William to serve the cause
To share the gospel and not to pause
For greater things he has in store
For brother William, brother adored
Dedicated to brother William, ordained minister of GOD
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