Prose For a Prodigal

Every once in a while, writing is just not enough and I have to turn to poetry to express what’s on my heart. Here is something I wrote this morning as therapy for my aching soul over a child that has turned to his own way. My prayer is that if you know someone whose heart might be touched by it, you would share it with them. May God be glorified in my pain!

I look across the room,
Your eyes stare back at me.
They are the very same ones,
That were born wild and free.

Eyes wide open,
Ready to explore,
Eager to learn
And find out what’s in store.

Those same eyes,
Used to build and race cars,
Started reading and learning,
Reaching for the stars.

Then came the days,
Of timidity and fright,
“What’s real or fake?”
“What’s wrong or right?”

We showed those eyes,
The words of the Bible,
Reading and teaching,
Until the age you are liable.

Those same eyes,
Our faith did observe,
Faulty and weak at times,
But by grace preserved.

We’ve warned those eyes,
To watch with care,
For the Enemies lies,
Can trick us unaware.

Then those eyes,
Turned and subverted,
The truth traded,
The wisdom perverted.

As I look at those eyes,
My, how they’ve changed.
My heart feels broken,
Your priorities rearranged.

But God sees your eyes,
They are known by Him,
All your ways and sins,
Even those hidden deep within.

He loves those eyes,
And wants them to look,
To the grace and salvation,
Why His Son’s life he took.

So turn your eyes heavenward, son,
There true life begins,
Until then I will pray,
That your soul Jesus wins.

4 thoughts on “Prose For a Prodigal”

  1. I could really feel the emotions behind this poem. I can feel that burden as a mom, how that would just grieve me. My kids are still so young, so we haven’t reached that point, but I know so many have and can’t imagine something that would tear at your heart more than having a child rejecting the Lord. I’ll join you in praying for a changed heart.

  2. Thank you, friend. While I am heart broken, I am also hopeful because I know that God has a plan for my son. He may have to walk down hard roads, but I know he understands that the true narrow path leads to righteousness.
    I appreciate the prayers more than you know.

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