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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Bitter and Sweet (05/28/09)

TITLE: The Song of the Prodigal Son
By Allan Morelos
06/01/09


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The Song of the Prodigal Son

I am my own man now.
This, I quietly vow.
Why wait till he dies when I can have it today?
I don’t care how they feel till I get my own way.

My dad’s heart breaks – granting me my wishes.
I leap with great joy - stuffing my trashes.
My brother’s soul rages as I travel with glee.
I get what I want – singing and frolicking free.

I fill my cup with wine.
My thoughts and deeds are mine.
I squander here and there
With sweethearts new and clever.

On and on, my life goes on.
I spend my life all on my own.
Then, my cup runs empty dry
thus, my heart begins to cry.

Today I lost my friends
Not knowing where my life’s path bends.
My armpit stinks; I have no gold.
My tummy hurts; my back is cold.

“I sinned; I sinned,” I humbly cry.
How foolish and stupid am I!
My heart now bleeds with sorrow and pain.
My mind, my soul – they cannot contain.

My father’s face appears to me.
His eyes with sorrow long to see
That I in contrite spirit return to Him
With broken heart and soul so grim.

Oh, from afar He sees His boy.
He runs; He leaps – so filled with joy.
And I, in sin and shame, have come
with self to blame; no soul to calm.

“Get the robe and the ring
And the sandals to bring.
Welcome, my son, for the joy of this day.”
“Forgive, my dad, for my evil I pray.”

“In My ceaseless grace, oh, I melt your heart.
In My embrace you’ll not again depart.
I forgive; I forgive now don’t turn once more.
Your sins; your shame I remember no more.”


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Aletha Ng06/04/09
Very good. this gave me goosebumps. Keep up the good work.
Sara Harricharan 06/08/09
Wow. This is amazing. The fifth verse, it really captures I think what the Prodigal Son must have really, really felt like. Good emotion and stark contrast to the reality when it sinks in.
Thanks for sharing!
diana kay06/10/09
A good idea for the subject/ some intersting phrases the armpit bit is good but the "suffing my trashes" I have no Idea what that phrase means.