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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416468" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Prodigal Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young man— <br>Young man— <br>Your arm’s too short to box with God. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But Jesus spake in a parable, and he said: <br>A certain man had two sons. <br>Jesus didn’t give this man a name, <br>But his name is God Almighty. <br>And Jesus didn’t call these sons by name, <br>But ev’ry young man, <br>Ev’rywhere, <br>Is one of these two sons. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And the younger son said to his father, <br>He said: Father, divide up the property, <br>And give me my portion now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And the father with tears in his eyes said: Son, <br>Don’t leave your father’s house. <br>But the boy was stubborn in his head, <br>And haughty in his heart, <br>And he took his share of his father’s goods, <br>And went into a far-off country. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There comes a time, <br>There comes a time <br>When ev’ry young man looks out from his father’s house, <br>Longing for that far-off country. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And the young man journeyed on his way, <br>And he said to himself as he travelled along: <br>This sure is an easy road, <br>Nothing like the rough furrows behind my father’s plow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Young man— <br>Young man— <br>Smooth and easy is the road <br>That leads to hell and destruction. <br>Down grade all the way, <br>The further you travel, the faster you go. <br>No need to trudge and sweat and toil, <br>Just slip and slide and slip and slide <br>Till you bang up against hell’s iron gate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And the younger son kept travelling along, <br>Till at night-time he came to a city. <br>And the city was bright in the night-time like day, <br>The streets all crowded with people, <br>Brass bands and string bands a-playing, <br>And ev’rywhere the young man turned <br>There was singing and laughing and dancing. <br>And he stopped a passer-by and he said: <br>Tell me what city is this? <br>And the passer-by laughed and said: Don’t you know? <br>This is Babylon, Babylon, <br>That great city of Babylon. <br>Come on, my friend, and go along with me. <br>And the young man joined the crowd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Young man— <br>Young man— <br>You’re never lonesome in Babylon. <br>You can always join a crowd in Babylon. <br>Young man— <br>Young man— <br>You can never be alone in Babylon, <br>Alone with your Jesus in Babylon. <br>You can never find a place, a lonesome place, <br>A lonesome place to go down on your knees, <br>And talk with your God, in Babylon. <br>You’re always in a crowd in Babylon. <br>And the young man went with his new-found friend, <br>And bought himself some brand new clothes, <br>And he spent his days in the drinking dens, <br>Swallowing the fires of hell. <br>And he spent his nights in the gambling dens, <br>Throwing dice with the devil for his soul. <br>And he met up with the women of Babylon. <br>Oh, the women of Babylon! <br>Dressed in yellow and purple and scarlet, <br>Loaded with rings and earrings and bracelets, <br>Their lips like a honeycomb dripping with honey, <br>Perfumed and sweet-smelling like a jasmine flower; <br>And the jasmine smell of the Babylon women <br>Got in his nostrils and went to his head, <br>And he wasted his substance in riotous living, <br>In the evening, in the black and dark of night, <br>With the sweet-sinning women of Babylon. <br>And they stripped him of his money, <br>And they stripped him of his clothes, <br>And they left him broke and ragged <br>In the streets of Babylon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then the young man joined another crowd— <br>The beggars and lepers of Babylon. <br>And he went to feeding swine, <br>And he was hungrier than the hogs; <br>He got down on his belly in the mire and mud <br>And ate the husks with the hogs. <br>And not a hog was too low to turn up his nose <br>At the man in the mire of Babylon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then the young man came to himself— <br>He came to himself and said: <br>In my father’s house are many mansions, <br>Ev’ry servant in his house has bread to eat, <br>Ev’ry servant in his house has a place to sleep; <br>I will arise and go to my father. <br>And his father saw him afar off, <br>And he ran up the road to meet him. <br>He put clean clothes upon his back, <br>And a golden chain around his neck, <br>He made a feast and killed the fatted calf, <br>And invited the neighbors in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh-o-oh, sinner, <br>When you’re mingling with the crowd in Babylon— <br>Drinking the wine of Babylon— <br>Running with the women of Babylon— <br>You forget about God, and you laugh at Death. <br>Today you’ve got the strength of a bull in your neck <br>And the strength of a bear in your arms, <br>But some o’ these days, some o’ these days, <br>You’ll have a hand-to-hand struggle with bony Death, <br>And Death is bound to win. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Young man, come away from Babylon, <br>That hell-border city of Babylon. <br>Leave the dancing and gambling of Babylon, <br>The wine and whiskey of Babylon, <br>The hot-mouthed women of Babylon; <br>Fall down on your knees, <br>And say in your heart: <br>I will arise and go to my Father.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Weldon+Johnson">James Weldon Johnson</a><div class=q>
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Young man— 
Your arm’s too short to box with God. 


But Jesus spake in a parable, and he said: 
A certain man had two sons. 
Jesus didn’t give this man a name, 
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