Friday, September 20, 2013

TWO MORE POEMS ON THE PARABLE OF THE PRODIGAL SON

Luke 15:20 (NRSV) - So he set off and went to his father. But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him.




THE WAITING FATHER

Our loving God is infinitely kind,
       as those who turn and seek forgiveness find.
The wayward child who flees from Satan’s charms
       the Father runs to meet with open arms.
And heaven’s hosts echo the joyful sound,
       when any child who has been lost is found.



WELCOME HOME!

In all of heaven’s lexicons you comb,
are there two sweeter words than “Welcome home!”?

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