A prodigal son plea.

Hello heaven!!

It is me your unworthy son.
I have been up and down seeking pleasure
I have run errands for wants
I have sheltered iniquities
I have gulped down the juice of immorality.
And here I am drenched by sin.

I was told your face is holy
Am I still worthy?
Am I still worthy to claim your being?
Look on, never let this ME litter your precious face

Oh, Abba!
I am choked by the unhygienic water
Constantly moving down my throat.


Weep!
              Sob!
                        Mourn!
All this I have done in my silent moments.
But seconds to that my eyes lit awkwardness;
My tears speak false, my smiles also convey false good.

My delight is those things which sadden my heart.
The ruggedness of your mercy
Times after time whispers salvation from this yoke to my ears.
Until now, Aaah! I shun it to "Belong".

Daddy! I am tired.
I am tired of my lascivious way now.
I can't compare myself to that prodigal son
Because of how reluctantly I neglect your calls
But your mercy supersedes my sins.

Let me speak but this once, save me from myself.
If your philosophy is still righteous
Teach me but this once how to yield.
If your status remains uprightness
Teach me but this once to stand upright.

Heaven your unworthy son plead!

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