The Prodigal

Around their necks is tied a millstone

With sin the little ones were overthrown

Their sincere minds were led astray

Distracted by pure devotion to Christ way

A spirit is now at work in the disobedient

Neglected are the words of encouragement

Memories of forgiveness fade into oblivion

Casting themselves down into corruption

Continual indulgence in the spirit of impurity

Blinding their eyes from the truth of reality

The Lord is aware of their futile thoughts

Occupying the bones envy slowly rots

For season their conspiracy goes unseen but with

Immoral actions it's revealed unclean

Shamefully fall short of the expectations

Disgrace sets in with deep conviction

Whosoever covereth the errors of this path

Covers over multitude sin and death wrath

To public discrace Christ is constrained

Not by the ones who have faithfully remained

But for the lost brought back he will rejoice

Answering the cry of the still small voice