©ChrisDuke Day 033/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #inkblotsanctum Love To The Prodigal His mercy and grace is like a river overflowing its banks, they pour down upon me, I am with never-ending thanks. He's my shelter from life's fiery raging storm, Adullam where my weary soul can form. His love's flame burns bright and true, Melting the stubbornness of my heart through. A father embracing me His prodigal son, His big and warm arms envelop me, His love forever won.