The Prodigal

God, do You remember me?

From a few years back?

I was doing pretty good,

as a Christian...
as a matter of fact.

I know... I said then,

we would talk a lot more.

I guess I haven't did much,

 to improve our rapport.

I kind of stopped reading,

and praying each day.

Before long I was back

to my old sinful ways.

In case You didn't notice,

but the... sin found me.

Every club that I went to,

it just wouldn't let me be.

So as You guessed,

I finally gave in.

Many times I wanted to call You,

But I was too ashamed,
 Because of my sin.

I kept telling myself,

well, God understands!

He knows that I'm weak,

I'm only a man.

Someone finally told me,

all Christians fall.

They just don't stay down,

because...
 they know Who to call.

I just thought my actions,

were worse than most.

Because mine began as good, 
then kinda bad...
 then not even close.

But today I sat down,

and opened my Bible.

I read the account of a father,

and a son, called the prodigal.

I feel like I know this guy,

inside out.

You see I've been there,

I know what he's about.

You see Father, I'm sorry,

and though my sins are well known.

I was just wondering,

if...
 I could come home?