Prodigal Musical

**fennywest** Sat 17 Jul 2010, 1:49 pm

Drama- Prodigal Son

Act1Scene1

Musical
WHAT A GENEROSITY!
Luke 15:11-
Prodigal son narrative (Bible story poetry)

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, dinned 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?

©Fenny West2010

Prodigal: Sad

goes to his dad in a serious, unhappy mood) Daddy

Dad :: Yes my son

Prodigal: You know I am of age, I am no longer a small boy; and I have been thinking about it recently.

Dad : What do you mean, exactly?

Prodigal : I mean I want to leave home and be independent

Dad: : Why, Son? But your older brother is still at home

Prodigal: That’s his business, but I want to leave, and I want my share of the inheritance- the wealth

Dad :What ! You mean you cannot wait until I die to get your inheritance?

Prodigal:: well dad, I cannot wait any longer; I want to leave home and grow up.

Dad ( looking very sad and disappointed even sobbing) can you think it through my Son. I don’t think this is good for you

Prodigal Don’t worry, dad,, I will be fine

Dad : Well if you can’t change your mind, this is your inheritance ( gives him a cheque.)

Prodigal Elated, over the moon,, leaping up in excitement and thanking his dad

Yippee ! I knew you are the man! Wow! Thank you dad

Dad : (Still sorrowful)

Prodigal Packs his bag and goes off

Music

Scene2 Dad alone and sobbing

Elder brother ( comes in to meet dad sobbing: Dad what’s up?

Dad : Your brother has left the house with his inheritance

Elder brother: Why did you give him?

Dad : I tried to persuade him to stay but he refused

Elder brother: : You should have forced him

Dad: Well, love will not encroach on you r free will. but you live with the consequences

Act 2 Sc 1

Dad looking out the widow looking longingly , wondering when his son will come back

Elder brother: Dad why are you here alone?, What are you staring at? You have not eaten these three days, because my brother has gone. When will you stop mourning over him? You have not eaten for three days now. Why?

Music

Act2 Sc2

Dad looking out in the window, sees someone from afar and yells, who is that I see? That looks like my son. Runs out in excitement to meet him. They meet at the door)

Embraces him in great excitement. (breaks into a poem)

Oh What a Wonderful Sight

Oh what a wonderful sight,
what a wonderful day
the end of my plight
what can I say?

This son was lost
But now he is found
He was dead and gone
But now alive, reborn

How I have longed for this day
When I will see your face.
For daily I prayed
That you remember my grace

Put a robe on him!
And on his finger, a ring!
Let the music play
Let us dance and sing
Kill the fatted cow
Do it now!

Music

The Prodigal Son

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.

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 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 filled his belly with the carob pods that the hogs were eating, but [they could not satisfy his hunger and] nobody gave him anything [better].

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 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 your!

²²But the father said to his bond servants, Bring quickly the best robe (the festive robe of honour) and put it on him; and give him a ring for his hand and sandals for his feet.

²³And bring out 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 revel and feast and make merry.

Luke15:11-24

Now your assignment is to write your poem either from the point of view of the prodigal son or the father whose heart is broken because his son had left home against his best advice.