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The Prodigal Child/a poem

Updated on June 23, 2013

The Prodigal Child

The Prodigal Child

My heart is breaking and I don’t know why, and so many tears pour from my eyes,

I feel such pain and I hurt inside, the anguish is impossible for me to hide,

The wounds are open and I slowly bleed, I don’t have the strength I desperately need.

I caused this trauma and now I ache, I face the torment each moment I wake.

I thought I was strong, but im so very weak, I am hopelessness at its highest peak.

I found the devil when I knocked on his door, I was beaten and bruised and fell to the floor.

I disobeyed God but he carries me anyway, a prodigal child that had to learn the hard way,

Theresa Bauserman

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      Brett Winn 2 years ago from US

      The place for parking our reflection where the prodigal son is concerned, is remembering that he did, indeed, come home.

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      Patricia Scott 3 years ago from sunny Florida

      Yes He does. He is there for us through the thick and thin and carries us when we need it most. Well said. Voted up

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      Jennifer 3 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      Hello! I thought this was a sad poem because of the beginning, but at the same time, I thought it was beautiful because of the strength that seemed to shine through at the end. I voted it up!

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