RETURNING

His pockets full of new~found wealth,

wrought by His Father's hand;

How eager was this youngest son,

to leave the safety of their land.

He yearned for sights as yet unseen,

new places unexplored;

Exotic food on which to feast,

all reason was ignored.

His wealth was spent on nothing more,

than pleasures he might gain;

Yet he was ever~seeking,

for some change, but all was vain.

One day this son came to himself,

while eating with the swine;

He thought of Father's table spread,

with food for a King to dine.

He said, " I'll go to Father's house,

and only a servant be;

For one of my Father's servants,

is better off than me. "

Not thinking of his tattered rags,

nor his bleeding unshod feet;

He clung to memories of Father's Love,

and Home ~ 'twould be so sweet.

He must not dwell on past mistakes,

Nor bitter tears he'd cried;

For the choices he'd made, like ashes cold,

A flame that slowly died.

Home was still so far away and,

cold winds tore at his breast;

But, just one touch of Father's hand,

would bring him peaceful rest.

And, soothe his weary, aching soul,

and ease his deepest fears;

Somehow he knew that Father's touch,

would dry all those bitter tears.

Now as this son was lost in thought,

He heard his Father's shout;

"My Son is back, I thought was dead,

It is him without a doubt."

The Father's eyes looked far beyond,

those tattered rags he wore;

into a heart that longed for love,

such painful scars it bore.

The Father called for the finest robe,

to clothe this wayward one;

And placed a ring of purest gold,

upon the finger of His Son.

He said, "Go kill the fatted calf,

my weary boy must eat;

And ~ bring the warmest shoes to

place upon his bleeding feet."

If you've been wandr'ing far away,

like that lonely, wayward son;

And life has bruis'd & batter'd you,

thinking " How can I go on?"

I know of One who's waiting now,

just to hear you say;

"Dear Father, I am coming Home " ~

He will meet you on the way !

Mary Carter Mizrany

March 25, 2002

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In my Father's house are many mansions,

if it were not so I would have told you.

I go to prepare a place for you.

And, if I go and prepare a place for you;

I will come again, and receive you unto myself;

that where I am, there you may be also.

John 14:2~3