PRODIGAL SON

            THE PRODIGAL

        The prodigal son was rather bored
        His world was endlessly dull
        He wondered if by getting some loot
        He could make his life more full.
        So off to dad he meekly went
        To claim what he was due
        He nearly fainted, the answer was yes
        And gladness did ensue.

        Off to a land of fun and games
        A Wiltshire of those days
        And lavished all his newfound wealth
        On women, cards and takeaways.
        Very soon he had none left
        His pockets empty were
        His friends had all deserted him
        Oh what a state, Oh er.

        The only option was to return
        A sad bedraggled son
        Expecting nothing but I told you so
        His journey back begun.
        All the way he feared the worst
        Disownment was expected
        But imagine his great surprise
        When joy he had detected.

        So even if we wander
        To pastures lush and green
        Our inheritance we may squander
        But God still reigns supreme.
        We can be forgiven
        His hand held out to us
        Grab it tight and don't let go
        And do not make a fuss.