A poem about the prodigal son
Every time I feel the impulse to plot revenge fantasies, I remember what Jesus said to Pontius Pilate "You would have no authority over Me unless it were given to you from above. Therefore the one who handed Me over to you is guilty of greater sin." Every time some one sticks a dagger down your gut,... Continue Reading →
I was working on this when my dad was really sick. I never got a chance to complete it because the application license ran out. My father has since passed away, but every time I hear this tune, it brings back memories of his struggle with COPD. Love you dad.