The Prodigal Son As A Singing Play Poem by David Pass

I heard my younger brother
Saying “Dad, now give me on this day
All the money that I would have
When you die and pass away”
Now Dad did all that he had wanted
And my brother upped and didn’t stay
And we heard no more about him
To Father’s great dismay

I worked hard for my Father
As I slaved the farm did very well
We never heard from my brother
If he lived no-one could tell
In time I clean forgot about him
When one day my father rang the bell
My brother had come home again
And on his knees he fell

“Oh Dad, I am not worthy
That You should think of me as your son
For I’ve spent all that you gave me
In the wild pursuit of fun
And soon with all the money squandered
I knew that my life was all undone
And then got a job as swineherd
My friends did all me shun

Then I came to my senses
And remembered what life used to be
I thought of Your happy hired men
And my life a misery
So I’ve come to ask if You are hiring
And if so then would You take on me”
Dad just put His arms around him
And told him he was free

My Father celebrated
And killed the fatted calf there and then
But I was bitter and angry
And turned round to go again
My Father said he loved me also
But I said “You’re hard to all your men
For the prodigal You’re feasting
But for me there is no when”

“My son you’re always with me
Through all the long years that we’ve had
But he was lost and found again
When he came back to his Dad”
Was it fair of Dad? I pondered so hard
To forgive a son who had been bad
Could I now just love him also?
Instead of feeling mad