Hard as rock his head
Knowledge as green grass
Rebellion know no limits
Escape the endless parade
Sins heaped higher than molehile
Sadness dwell therein
Trouble fleeting parascope
Destiny his own choice
Secrets deep as funnel deep
Love and devotion finders keep
Nimble quick flight he go
Abuse and trouble follow rude
Blocked by narrow minded people he
Seek a way through of nest web
Morrow promised to him not
Sad is the day for all prodigal sons
Sins forgiven by parents need
Blood thick cannot twist
Stand fast despite all
Rumors lies attack us all
Vindication cut liars deep
Tongues cease flip flop
Stand tall prodigal son
Love God prodigal son
Turn break no more
Least stone become
By Felicia McCaw
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