Prodigal Son

Latin X 1967 (Philadelphia)

Forgive me Father for all my sins.
I’m knocking on the pearly gates trying to get in.

Earth didn’t know my worth so I came home.
Hoping I’m not here standing alone.

Waiting for my Heavenly Father to let me in and forgive all of my sins.

I’ve broken my addiction that has caused me so much affliction.

Coming to repent for all I’ve done.
Hoping you’ll accept your prodigal son.

I’m willing to face judgement for all I’ve done.  I pray that I’m not shunned.

Thank you Father for letting me in
I’ve repented and regret my life of sin.

About this poem

I wrote this to cope with losing a loved one.

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Written on August 01, 2022

Submitted by LatinX on April 13, 2024

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AB XX A C CC X BB
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 560
Words 116
Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2

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  • Symmetry60
    From the Near Death Experience videos I've been watching as of late it seems that God doesn't judge us like religion leads us to believe but rather loves us unconditionally. We do have to recall our lives but are not judged according to most who have passed and come back. I left religion years ago but have always known God is real. I believe that in my heart, soul and being - God IS real. I love this piece. 
    LikeReply 18 days ago
    • LatinX
      thank you! Believe me, it was something to know, at least in my case, that heaven is real. I was shocked at the thought of having that opportunity. I thank Him for letting me in. Even for a little while.
      LikeReply8 days ago
    • Symmetry60
      You are worthy, Deb. We tend to berate ourselves and beat the hell out of ourselves for being exactly what God creates us as. God knows everything in advance and so knew full well what he was creating us as and for. To think that we aren't worthy is to tell God he got us wrong. Think about how ludicrous that is. I do it WAY too often. I am forever beating myself up. We're worthy because God said so - end of story. I can't wait to feel that degree of love. Mom and Dad and others I love are there now. It will be grand. 
      LikeReply 18 days ago


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