Sunday, January 5, 2014

The Prodigal Parent, a Poem

When I was a young man, my parents let me go. They loved me and trusted me to the extent I didn't know. When I messed up they didn't seem to mind; they loved me and forgave me and all was forgotten over time.

0h, how blessed is the prodigal parent, who prays, and teaches the lost. How indeed can I ever thank them? For my debt they incurred a great cost.

My brothers were'nt so lucky, my parent's anger quickly wore thin.  What I was able to freely do, to them it was a sin.

Consider the heart of the righteous, and blessed be the one, who doesn't have to learn life's lessons taught to a prodigal son.

My heart goes to the parent that does the best they can, who tries to make a proper choice for a boy to become a man.

Thank God we have a Savior who takes away all debt, the perfect parent up above, whom now mine have finally met.

0h, how blessed is the prodigal parent, who prays, and teaches the lost. How indeed can I ever thank them? For my debt they incurred a great cost.

A tribute to Karl and Irene Koerner, and all parents who pray for their children, from their son Gus. Jan. 2, 2014. Reference Luke 15:11-32.

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