Prodigal Son

by Mark Spencer   May 18, 2010


Prodigal Son
By Mark Spencer

I'm haunted by the memories of a past beleaguered with regret.
My life is just a story told by people I have never met.
And I don't know where I'm going,
But I'm sure of where I've been.
I think my faith is growing,
And I'm on track again.

I've wandered through the darkness, on my way to where I am today.
But I still have the scars left by mistakes I made along the way.
And I don't know if I'm winning,
But I do know what I've lost.
I'll make a new beginning,
No matter what the cost.

Cause I believe
It's not too late
To put my pride away,
To change my life,
And start again,
And find another way.
Father I
Have nowhere left to run.
Please welcome home
Your prodigal son.

Reflections in a mirror betray secrets I didn't want to face.
I hid my imperfections behind masks, that covered my disgrace.
I can see how far I've wandered,
And I know how much I've learned.
I pray the Lord up yonder,
Is pleased that I've returned!

Cause I believe
It's not too late
To put my pride away,
To change my life,
And start again,
And find another way.
Father I
Have nowhere left to run.
Please welcome home
Your prodigal son.

Yes I can see how far I've wandered,
And I know how much I've learned.
I pray the Lord up yonder,
Is pleased that I've returned!

Cause I believe
It's not too late
To put my pride away,
To change my life,
And start again,
And find another way.
Father I
Have nowhere left to run.
Please welcome home
Your prodigal son.

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  • 14 years ago

    by ADyingProphet

    I was floored by this poem because it is a perfect representation of my life. Even though I am only 19 years old, I have made mistakes I wish I could take back, but I try not to let them get to me; after all it will make me a stronger person in the end. Sort of like the pheneix rising from the ashes. Very good read...5/5 without a doubt.