<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421629" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Prodigal Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Afflictions, though they seem severe;<br>In mercy oft are sent;<br>They stopped the prodigal's career,<br>And forced him to repent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although he no relentings felt<br>Till he had spent his store;<br>His stubborn heart began to melt<br>When famine pinched him sore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What have I gained by sin, he said,<br>But hunger, shame, and fear;<br>My father's house abounds with bread,<br>While I am starving here. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll go, and tell him all I've done,<br>And fall before his face<br>Unworthy to be called his son,<br>I'll seek a servant's place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His father saw him coming back,<br>He saw, and ran, and smiled;<br>And threw his arms around the neck<br>Of his rebellious child. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father, I've sinned - but O forgive!<br>I've heard enough, he said,<br>Rejoice my house, my son's alive,<br>For whom I mourned as dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now let the fatted calf be slain,<br>And spread the news around;<br>My son was dead, but lives again,<br>Was lost, but now is found. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals,<br>To call poor sinners home;<br>More than a father's love he feels,<br>And welcomes all that come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421629" data-title="The Prodigal Son de John Newton" data-description="Afflictions, though they seem severe; In mercy oft are sent; They stopped the prodigal's career, And forced him to repent. Although he no relentings felt Till he had spent his store; His stubborn heart began to melt When famine pinched him sore...."></div> </div> </div>

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