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When You Love a Prodigal Son


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.
There are mountains of empty bottles,
and big piles of broken promises.
Another lie to cover things up;
Anything for just one more drink.
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.

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