\u201cThe Prodigal\u2019s Father\u201d (#18)<\/p>\n
Every day, he stood with a sad look in his eyes
\nAs he remembered his younger son, who had come to despise
\nThe blessings of home, and gone far away,
\nHe had been gone for many a day.
\nThe older son took no interest in finding and bringing him back
\nTo their father; if there was anything he did, it was to tack
\nAway from him-why follow him into that place of sin?
\nHe knew better than to let it suck him in.
\nWhy follow the lost brother? He would only cause harm
\nTo his elder-it was safer right there on the farm.
\nBut when the younger son came back, the father was filled with joy;
\nHe prepared a feast to celebrate the return of his boy.
\nThe older son grumbled \u201cI never went astray,
\nBut Father never treated me this way.\u201d
\nThen the father said \u201cSon, all I have is your part,
\nBut you never asked what the desire was in my heart.
\nIf you really wanted to please me so,
\nI would have asked you to go
\nAnd seek your lost brother-for whom I also dearly care;
\nI know everything about him-down to the last hair.
\nI love you both, neither one of you is best;
\nI\u2019m just glad to have him back-I feel wonderfully blest.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u201cThe Prodigal\u2019s Father\u201d (#18) Every day, he stood with a sad look in his eyes As he remembered his younger son, who had come to despise The blessings of home, and gone far away, He had been gone for many a day. The older son took no interest in finding and bringing him back To … Continue reading Poem #18<\/span>