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The Prodigal Son of Charlestown

 The Prodigal Son of Charlestown
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Ronnie Doe
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Posted - 03/07/2011 :  8:52:45 PMRonnie Doe's Poems
Sadly, there are many reasons why I identify with the Prodigal son of Charlestowm. The important message is that we go from rags to riches and back to rags again, Jesus is always there to judge our actions.

The Prodigal Son of Charlestown

I was the spoiled rotten son
Of a rich and well to do man
A hard day’s work I never done
Hired help took care of our land

One day I decided I should
Have a man to man talk with Dad
Ask him to give me if he could
The inheritance that I had

Reluctantly he did agree
He then signed on the dotted line
He filled my dirty heart with glee
When he gave to me what was mine

I took the money and I ran
With loose women I fooled around
Became known as a party man
The Prodigal Son of Charlestown

Crazy parties lasting till dawn
To self destruct I was hell bent
Alas all the money was gone
My Daddy’s fortune came and went

Totally broke, no where to turn
Got a job feeding some man’s swine
My sinful heart started to yearn
To work for that father of mine

I would work hard to earn my keep
I would sleep up in the barn’s loft
But father’s heart begin to leap
When he saw me a long way off

His heart cried out so happily
As he joyfully danced around
Had his servants cater to me
The Prodigal Son of Charlestown

"Quickly bring out his finest robe
Put the softest sandal on his feet
For I have searched the entire globe
I’ve prayed to God we’d finally meet

Chef, go and cook the fatted calf
It is a time to celebrate
It is time to sing, dance and laugh
No longer will we have to wait.”

But my brother was standing there
His eyes were filled with jealousy
As his heart filled up with despair
He said, “Father, what about me?”

What’s mine is yours, do not feel scorned
Your lost brother has now been found
Let us rejoice he has returned
The Prodigal Son of Charlestown

Edited by - Ronnie Doe on 08/23/2011 9:40:00 PM

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Posted - 03/07/2011 :  9:40:44 PMPoems by Truthfollower
Oh Ronnie, my brother, this is so beautiful!!! I love it, I rated it a 10 because it was so neat how you put yourself in there. All of us could rerwrite this poem & put our own names there!!! So beautiful is the meaning behind this poem... I think it's awesome!!! Thanks sooooooo much for sharing it with us!!!
Love Sister, Patty :) (Truthfollower)
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Posted - 03/08/2011 :  6:46:18 PMPoems by irisheyes
Very creative and interesting write.
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Posted - 03/09/2011 :  1:23:31 PMPoems by Trumpetman
Good poem. It sounds a lot like
me. Thanks for the mirror.

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Ronnie Doe
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Posted - 03/10/2011 :  04:33:02 AMPoems by Ronnie Doe
Patty, thank you very much for reading and writing. I am sure most people could put themselves in this category and write this about themselves.
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Ronnie Doe
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Posted - 03/10/2011 :  04:33:49 AMPoems by Ronnie Doe
Irirsheyes, as always it is a pleasure to read one of your comments. God bless.
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Ronnie Doe
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Posted - 03/10/2011 :  04:35:02 AMPoems by Ronnie Doe
Trumpetman, that must have been you blowing the trumpet when the Prodigal son returned. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Posted - 02/18/2013 :  5:11:10 PMPoems by Evangeline
This is a truly inspired poem Ronnie. Your mind must be a playground. I'd love to ride that carosel for a day.
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Alice Mae
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Posted - 02/19/2013 :  09:43:12 AMPoems by Alice Mae
Wow! Just like the bible days. Good poem, Ronnie. The Prodigal Son is one I wrote back there
a while back. I guess you learned like He did. I've seen a few of those who went from riches
to rags, because they didn't know the power that riches have. To some, it ended their lives on
earth. I love it how you played the part in this wonderful poem. God bless you! This was a
great and still is an excellent write. 10! Hugs, sis Mae
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