The Father's Heart
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The Father's Heart
fennywest Wed 14 Jul 2010, 9:26 am
(Prodigal son narrative (Bible story poetry)
11And He said, There was a certain man who had two sons;
12And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the part of the property that falls [to me]. And he divided the estate between them.(A)
13And not many days after that, the younger son gathered up all that he had and journeyed into a distant country, and there he wasted his fortune in reckless and loose [from restraint] living.
14And when he had spent all he had, a [a]mighty famine came upon that country, and he began to fall behind and be in want.
15So he went and forced (glued) himself upon one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed hogs.
16And he would gladly have fed on and [b]filled his belly with the [c]carob pods that the hogs were eating, but [they could not satisfy his hunger and] nobody gave him anything [better].(B)
17Then when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father have enough food, and [even food] to spare, but I am perishing (dying) here of hunger!
18I will get up and go to my father, and I will say to him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight.
19I am no longer worthy to be called your son; [just] make me like one of your hired servants.
20So he got up and came to his [own] father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was moved with pity and tenderness [for him]; and he ran and embraced him and kissed him [[d]fervently].
21And the son said to him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight; I am no longer worthy to be called your son [I no longer deserve to be recognized as a son of yours]!
22But the father said to his bond servants, Bring quickly the best robe (the festive robe of honor) and put it on him; and give him a ring for his hand and sandals for his feet.(C)
23And bring out [e]that [wheat-]fattened calf and kill it; and let us [f]revel and feast and be happy and make merry,
24Because this my son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found! And they began to [g]revel and feast and make merry.
Since my Father was taking too long to die
I wanted my share of the wealth immediately
This so broke his heart, that He wanted to cry
But I was unmoved, adamant in my infamy
Reluctantly he gave me my share and I left
Declaring my independence, embracing wild living
Out in a foreign land I boozed, dined till nothing left
All my fair-weather friends-leeches- fleeing, absconding
I was reduced from the soul and heart of posh parties
To a wretched, helpless, downcast, beggarly, lonely fool
Shattered, ashamed, surprised, I came to my senses
Realised I had made myself a bed of thorns, used as a tool.
I sought employment to make a few bob to make ends meet
But all I got was to attend to pigs, of all things in the world
I was so hungry that I thought the husk they ate was sweet
Now lusting for their food, I knew I was becoming weird.
'Who will deliver me from this woe I have put myself?
Is this the same man that was waited upon hand and foot?'
It was difficult to believe, let alone forgive myself.
Then I thought, ‘I must arise and go back to my roots.’
‘I have sinned against my father and against heaven
I would rather be one of His hired servants than die here.’
So I started my long journey home, tired weary, worn
Daddy waited longing daily, saying, ‘I wish he was
here.’
As I turned the corner and in the home straight
Guess who I saw that came running to greet?
Yes, it was Daddy, you guessed right,
He threw His arms around me, kissed me, to greet.
‘This son was dead, but now he’s alive he declared
Let us celebrate, give thanks, let the music play
Kill the fatted calf for him,‘ was the next I heard
What a generosity! Such forgiveness! What can I say?
I wanted my share of the wealth immediately
This so broke his heart, that He wanted to cry
But I was unmoved, adamant in my infamy
Reluctantly he gave me my share and I left
Declaring my independence, embracing wild living
Out in a foreign land I boozed, dined till nothing left
All my fair-weather friends-leeches- fleeing, absconding
I was reduced from the soul and heart of posh parties
To a wretched, helpless, downcast, beggarly, lonely fool
Shattered, ashamed, surprised, I came to my senses
Realised I had made myself a bed of thorns, used as a tool.
I sought employment to make a few bob to make ends meet
But all I got was to attend to pigs, of all things in the world
I was so hungry that I thought the husk they ate was sweet
Now lusting for their food, I knew I was becoming weird.
'Who will deliver me from this woe I have put myself?
Is this the same man that was waited upon hand and foot?'
It was difficult to believe, let alone forgive myself.
Then I thought, ‘I must arise and go back to my roots.’
‘I have sinned against my father and against heaven
I would rather be one of His hired servants than die here.’
So I started my long journey home, tired weary, worn
Daddy waited longing daily, saying, ‘I wish he was
here.’
As I turned the corner and in the home straight
Guess who I saw that came running to greet?
Yes, it was Daddy, you guessed right,
He threw His arms around me, kissed me, to greet.
‘This son was dead, but now he’s alive he declared
Let us celebrate, give thanks, let the music play
Kill the fatted calf for him,‘ was the next I heard
What a generosity! Such forgiveness! What can I say?
11And He said, There was a certain man who had two sons;
12And the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the part of the property that falls [to me]. And he divided the estate between them.(A)
13And not many days after that, the younger son gathered up all that he had and journeyed into a distant country, and there he wasted his fortune in reckless and loose [from restraint] living.
14And when he had spent all he had, a [a]mighty famine came upon that country, and he began to fall behind and be in want.
15So he went and forced (glued) himself upon one of the citizens of that country, who sent him into his fields to feed hogs.
16And he would gladly have fed on and [b]filled his belly with the [c]carob pods that the hogs were eating, but [they could not satisfy his hunger and] nobody gave him anything [better].(B)
17Then when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father have enough food, and [even food] to spare, but I am perishing (dying) here of hunger!
18I will get up and go to my father, and I will say to him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight.
19I am no longer worthy to be called your son; [just] make me like one of your hired servants.
20So he got up and came to his [own] father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was moved with pity and tenderness [for him]; and he ran and embraced him and kissed him [[d]fervently].
21And the son said to him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight; I am no longer worthy to be called your son [I no longer deserve to be recognized as a son of yours]!
22But the father said to his bond servants, Bring quickly the best robe (the festive robe of honor) and put it on him; and give him a ring for his hand and sandals for his feet.(C)
23And bring out [e]that [wheat-]fattened calf and kill it; and let us [f]revel and feast and be happy and make merry,
24Because this my son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found! And they began to [g]revel and feast and make merry.
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Waqar Daniel Wed 14 Jul 2010, 5:38 pm
This is really awesome Fenny. You have wonderfully and beautifully explained the prodigal son. I really enjoyed it and read it many times.
God bless you
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Jeanne Guyon (1648-1717) wrote powerfully about the need for an intimate relationship with Almighty God, including this: “He who has a pure heart will never cease to pray; and he who will be constant in prayer, shall know what it is to have a pure heart.”
