Luke 15: 11-32
The older son mad, but his his father, glad
The younger son given a robe, shoes, and ring
Celebration thrown, delegation sent out
“The fatted calf roasted — we will eat, dance, and sing!”
Why would he do it? The young man raked through it:
His share of inheritance, family estate
Wasted so fast, impossible to last
Feeding pigs for a farmer had become his fate.
The boy returned, lesson learned
He would say he had sinned against Heaven and Father,
Who couldn’t wait as he come through the gate,
Running to welcome him back as no other.
Did I get! Or a coat!”
The older brother complained to his dad
“I worked for you hard all these years not transgressing
Why celebrate now and act like you’re glad?”
“All I have is yours, it is true,” you know this
His father said, “Here, on our ancestors’ ground.
But your brother, dead, is alive instead
Squandered all, and was lost, but now has been found!”
There is on this earth no man who can judge
Those who have erred and then repented
The Father will do what needs to be done
No matter what words and deeds have been vented.
“Not even a goat!” rose from his throat
He thought he’d been taken advantage of.
The objection, “Not fair!” thrown out to the air —
Was inconsequential compared to God’s love.
He needed to follow his brother’s lead
Instead of taking the scene as a threat
Forgiven? The prodigal was, right away
When he returned and showed his regret.
Be wary of placing a judgment on others
For life manifests in ways hard to endure
Trust in the Father, the only One
Who truly can see if a heart is pure.
Copyright 2015 margaretportergriffin
Photo: Nazareth Village near the town of Nazareth, Israel.