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The Prodigal Son

by Danette Kettwich

Tears fall and stain the page
Of her precious Holy book
She sits and weeps everyday
For the one that Satan took.
Caught within the shifty grasp
Like steel bound chains.
Her prayers are lifted up
Despite incessant pains.
She often tries to understand
How did things go wrong?
Did she not try to teach of Christ
So his faith would grow strong?
She lifts up her weary hands
For her wayward teen
Fervent intercessory prayer
For God to intervene.
Her constant prayer is
That God will bring to stay
The one caught in the trap
The one Satan led away.

Mat 12:39 But he answered and said unto them, An evil and adulterous generation seeketh after a sign; and there shall no sign be given to it, but the sign of the prophet Jonas:

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