Walking with God hand-in-hand,

I was so carefree and content.

I took for granted what I had,

And how much His love meant.

Then my wandering eyes fell upon her,

And the seeds of death were sown.

As her beauty beguiled me,

I wanted her for my own.

I never stopped to reason,

Or calculate the cost.

That because of my treason,

Our fellowship would be lost.

I wallowed in the mire,

Of the world’s darkest sins.

Because of my wicked desire,

I was dying from within.

The wine flowed like stormy rain,

As I tasted the dark witch’s brew.

The brief pleasures I obtained,

Were poor substitutes for You.

With everything I own,

I would trade it all.

If I could take back the choices,

Which made me prodigal.

I missed being with You,

Amidst my selfish indulgence.

But I so feared the wrath,

Of Your coming righteous judgments.

Then in my darkest hour,

I made a desperate cry.

“Father please forgive me,

For I feel so dead inside.”

My Father heard my crying heart,

And responded to my plea.

He accepted me with open arms,

And restored Himself to me.

“My child you needn’t fear me,

And you didn’t have to run.

Come by my side, be near me,

Welcome home, my Prodigal Son.”

©Wayne Auman 2007