A poem on sin…and redemption
“Don’t come near me Father”,
I silently prayed
as I saw his horsemen
leading him up the way.
I had squandered his money
and tarnished his name
but the foul smell
of the pig pen
caused me the greatest shame.
“Appa”, I cried out.
Falling at his feet.
“Don’t get off your horse
Papa, Just let me
follow you please”.
He jumped off regardless
and got on his knees
seeing me as I was,
not minding my stink.
“My son,” he gushed out.
“I’ve found you! Relief!”
Reaching out his loving arms
to embrace me.
“No Father”, I said, flinchingly.
“this love is too much for me.
Just make me your workman
I’m not worthy
of your loving keep”.
I could smell the pig pen
all over me.
In my hair, my rags,
every pore of my skin.
“Father please don’t breathe in”,
I whispered to him.
“My sins have a bad stench,
It’s hard for me to rid”.
He shook his head sadly
and looked at me.
“Son your sins are forgiven,
The smells not
as bad as you think.
Its only you remembering
the life you once lived,
forgetting the glorious detail
that you’ve been set free”.
So, he ordered for
rich purple robes
to be put on me.
A ring on my finger
signifying my pedigree.
All bad smells are gone now.
He had set me free,
Knowing in my repentance that
My Father had always loved me.
We are all the prodigal son in some form, all finding our way back to our Father.
Wonderful Miri!, xx
Thanks Debby 😊
❤
Totoka tavale! So true and how marvelous for you and I to allow our “stink and stank” spirituality status to finally being immersed in God’s dark crimson red and unblemished blood of salvation. Isn’t God wonderful! Thank you tavale Miri for yet another great masterpiece. 💛💛💛
Thank you 🙂