I'd like to tell my shame...and try to warn a few,

I am a fool, I have no sense;

I'm a Prodigal..that's who!

My Father gave me everything,

held nothing back from me,

He supplied all of my earthly needs,

and taught so patiently.

He showered me with His riches.. .

and told me they were mine,

He said that when I want them..take them anytime.

Of course I felt so special, I had everything!

I thought I had it all down pat,

no harm in just one fling!

So I went out, had lots of friends,

Oh they were nice to me!

We laughed and joked, we goofed around,

I never felt so free!

Now it didn't happen over night...

this loneliness I felt,

I'd call my friends, I'd tell a joke...

I even cried for help!

They said, "You get a grip, were busy... don't you know?"

I had no more to offer,

But worse no where to go!

I thought, "I'll help myself...

who needs friends like that?"

But deep within my heart,

I was shocked at how they act!

My life got worse as time went on,

no matter how I tried!

It ended up I was a fake,

I'd lie and I'd connived.

It all came down to "What I want"

no matter what the price.

The end result of selfishness,

the picture isn't nice.

I know you won't believe it,

this plan that I conceived,

To go and beg my Father,

to help me with my needs...

I know to everyone around,

I was just a bum,

And they were just so thankful,

that I was not their son!

My Father cried to see me,

He said to Him I'd died,

"I'm glad you're home my child,

NOW TO ME YOU ARE ALIVE!"

by

Verna Schuler

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