“Where are you, My son?”
Is that not what you would ask me?
Have I not pushed so far from You?
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“Here I am Father,” I would say…
Though I hesitate.
Do I act like Your son?
Maybe like the prodigal…
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Here I am, Father…
Here I am…
Do you have a feast for me?
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-L.C. Magnus
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