(Excerpts from an unfinished piece.)
Mama,
Don’t you know Jesus loves your children
Even more than you?
Pound the gates of Heaven, Mama
Pray without ceasing
Know the God of Heaven, inclines to your cry
He shares your passion for restoration of the prodigal child
So go ahead and cry Mama
But, make every tear a prayer
An offering of hope and heart
because your prayers are the rain
On the soil of your prodigal’s heart
Your prayers are the rain
On the soil of your prodigal’s heart
Your prayers are the rain
On the soil of your prodigal’s heart…
© 2016 Rachael M Colby Tattoo It On Your Heart
I was a prodigal and now my dear first born is leaning towards that way as well and she’s only 11! And so I’m praying and praying. Thanks for the encouragement.
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You are welcome. I write from where I walk. I understand. I will be praying for your family.
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