Lizzy Renee

Prodigal



Watch the video and you will understand the poem. The poem is about the Prodigal son.

 

 

All alone,

and by myself.

Trying to find where I go on the shelf.

Seeing everyone with something special, 

Why don't I have something as well?

I have run away,

with no hope of going back.

Tears run down my cheeks.

Thinking of my father and mother at home, 

Disappointed.

From time to time, I tell myself:

"Just go home and confess!"

But something stops me every time.

I will not be welcome in that place.

But to know, 

That my Father would greet me with arms open wide, 

Is enough to throw my bags aside.

I run and run all the way home,

and find out where I truly belong.

Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    Like it a lot, Lizzy!
    And the only way to find out if these arms are open wide, is to return!



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