The Prodigal Son Poem by Susheela Alexiose
The Prodigal Son
No one to look upon
No where to turn on
Only at the Cross
Before my life is lost
Me, the prodigal son
Had all the life's fun
At last ran to my Father
Who had so much to offer
I was hugged and kissed
The best robe I never missed
A ring for my finger
And sandals for this winter
Fatted calf was killed
And I was thrilled
As they made merry
I rejoiced in His glory
I was hugged and kissed The best robe I never missed. the story of the prodigal son has attained a new colour and warmth in your poem.. very fine. we are all prodigals during some time in our lives. is it not. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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6/1/2024 4:03:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Another fine poem. May God bless you with more