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Prayer Of The Prodigal Son

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Father please forgive me
for I have gotten away
from the promise that I
had made to you, one day

I ran so far, so fast
from where I'd first begun
Now I cry out to you, a
broken, prodigal son

I squandered all my riches
and still, no peace have I
I have reached the end of
the rope and feel I want to die

Help me, Lord, restore in
me, the peace inside my heart
Take my life and lead me
and may we never part

For I have seen that my life
is meaningless without you
For in good or bad times
you have always seen me through

So, I offer me, as a living
sacrifice, asking to be made anew
Mold me into what you desire,
as I promise to follow you...

                          ...Amen

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  • finding forever
    February 12, 2008

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    i am so happy for you. between your group and this contest and your page...you have made such a change for the better. i am so proud of you, and i am glad to read the above poem because it shows that you can use your amazing poetic talent for the glory of the Creator. you have taken your previous views and purified them, from selfish thoughts to an impressive desire to see the cleansing of the human soul. i love it. you are wicked genius.


  • Arizona Sunset
    February 10, 2008
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    so very beautiful! congrats to you on the Gold, I love this poem!


  • PrabhuDayal Khattar gold member
    February 9, 2008

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    So, I offer me, as a living
    sacrifice, asking to be made anew
    Mold me into what you desire,
    as I promise to follow you...

    Ah..sacred and honest sentiments..thanks...


  • BellaD
    February 8, 2008

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    Love it!

    Well done. Rather like a response to the parable and a prayer combined! Best of luck in the contest.


  • HidingInYourCloset
    February 7, 2008

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    A living sacrifice, that I never wish to see, but to be reborn into anew, as metaphor I can see. This is poem that warms the heart as it confesses the wrongs and finding the soul lost in money, found spiritually again. It's these kinds of poems that I think about, of what brings family together tightly knit, emanating an aura of joy.

    There's nothing that I wish to change in this, since this is a personal prayer made with one's soul, body, and mind. And thank you for sharing this poem, as it has brought a crescent smile upon my face

    Good luck with the contest, and may your faith be everlasting~

    Ibs~

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