I was a prodigal living out on my own,
Strayed so far from the Father, all alone.
Wandering through life with no stable plan,
Living my own way thinking it was all grand.
I thought I could make it all by myself.
Put my feelings for my Father up on the shelf.
Didn’t need someone trying to control my life,
With that attitude I only saw pain and strife.
At last when I got as low as I possibly could,
I realized my own life wouldn’t be good,
So, I returned to my Father and hugged Him tight.
Safe in his arms I knew everything would be alright.
06/23/02