Me:  I have the perfect poem for you right now.

Prodigal:  I need it.

Perhaps

she will land

upon That Shore,

not if full sail,

but rather

a bit of broken wreckage

for Him

to gather.

Perhaps

He will walk those Shores

seeking such

who have believed

a little

suffered much

and so

have been washed Ashore.

Perhaps

of all the souls redeemed

they most adore.

Ruth Bell Graham

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org