When You Love A Prodigal Son
© 2013 D Rasmussen (another poem from a long ago, far away place)
I walk in the valley of shadows.
Hold onto a wing and a prayer.
My heart and my life is coming undone,
Because I love a Prodigal Son.
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There are mountains of empty bottles,
and big piles of broken promises.
Another lie to cover things up;
Anything for just one more drink.
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Break down the walls of my denial.
Shine light in the darkness of my soul.
Jesus, give me the faith to believe
that someday and somehow things will change.
