Gary the Poet's Pen
Versatile Psalmist 38.0
The Prodigal Son
O my God, I come to you in humility right now
With tears in my eyes and sweat upon my brow,
As I examine my many words and my selfish deeds
I sway back and forth as the newly planted reeds.
I am on my face and I ask for your grace, I have sinned
In a drunken rage I let loose like a top that spinned,
I am not worthy, but still I ask; what else can I do?
I am no longer one of the proud or one of the few.
I have not bathed in days and in a stupor I did fall
My stench of sin is like a skunk that offends us all,
You are my salvation and only chance, hear my cry
Redeem me from the pit of Sheol and before I die.
I am ready to now repent and my brokenness is so true
If you give me a chance to walk, I will surely follow You,
O my Lord and Creator, hear my sad words and restore
Giving me a chance to show others what mercy is for.
Abba, Father…I am here on all fours
Abba, Father…I desire to be Yours!
Written by Gary Cox 01/15/2020, to God be the glory