A Guilty Prodigal

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Christian Writers
Sometimes we find ourselves burying our head into our hands with tears flowing down both cheeks. This is a personal testimony of internal conflict in which I found myself in that position..and also coming out victorious.

Submitted: August 26, 2014

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Submitted: August 26, 2014



I look in the mirror,

The reflection is not appealing…

The monster I thought was dead,

Was actually in the process of healing…


A Battle every night, 

A war every morning... 

My purity waves goodbye,

And leaves me without warning... 


I want to look up, 

But my head stares down...

His presence slips through my fingers,

As a mansion is prepared for me in the ground... 


My redeemer lives, 

But my hope is dead...

Tears of Sorrow flow as an overfilled cup,

While Satan's voice runs through my head...  


A beautiful frame shows to others, 

But a Hellish Demon lives inside... 

Is there a such thing as controlled possession?

For surely I have now died...  


Where is my intercessor? 

Loneliness chills down my back...

Fear and Hell imprison me,

For Faith is what I lack...


Wait...who's hand is this? 

Willingly coming from above... 

A mind full of wisdom, 

And a heart pumping with Love... 


I cannot accept this proposal, 

For I am not worthy of a second chance...

My flesh has eaten up my spirit, 

And for that I must keep my stance...


This...righteous, glorious man,

Pulls out a file with my name... 

Opening it with a smile,

It's full of the sin in my claim...  


As he signed his name in Blood,

It just did not seem logical... 

He then spread his arms and died,

All to save a Guilty Prodigal.........

© Copyright 2020 Lee Gaesswitz. All rights reserved.

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