The Prodigal Son by Leona I. Miller

St. Luke 15: 11-32



The Prodigal Son was not content,

He made a choice to not live at home;

Did he fully know what this meant...

When he chose to leave and be alone?



He gathered what he had for his journey,

From his loving father, he wanted his share;

Then he went into a far away Country,

Where he wasted it all with sinful fare.



Then a famine came in that land,

This son became in a very great need;

A farmer sent him into his fields as a hired man,

The farmers pigs there, he was to feed.



He was hungry but no-one gave to him,

It was then, he thought of his father at home;

He knew he had chosen a life of sin,

He now felt so very much alone.



He arose and returned to his father,

His father saw him coming ~

while yet a long way off;

He ran to his son ~ embraced him

with loving pity,

He kissed him...a feast and a party began.



His brother was angry and would not go in,

He had been faithful and worked hard at home;

His father went out to plead with him,

Begged him to come in...why be our there alone?

The father gave a message clear and plain,

The older son never refused to work the ground;

He explained his brother was dead ~ is alive again,

He was lost ~ and now is found.