Prodigal

Here I go again, Lord.
Ever the Prodigal, losing sight of you.
Listening to the demons and eating with the pigs.
You offer an inheritance, the love of Abba, a future.
Yet I stumble, I fall.
"Pleasure" is as the vapor and endures for a short while, but then fades away.
Forgive me Father and strengthen me your servant, your son.
Help me draw close to you with a great embrace, to resist the devil so he will flee from me - and from thee protecting me.
Save me Lord.
Amen.



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