Christian Poem: The Wayward Son

And clings foolishly to straws;

He lies about his own doubts,

But Truth's eyes can see his flaws.

Such a costume that he wears

To disguise his failing bones!

What useless pain and care

He takes to hide what is known!

His boasts are loud and many

To drown out his hunger pains,

And he frets about a penny,

While he ignores true gain.

He worries 'bout tomorrow

Deep within his troubled heart

And is filled with such sorrow

That poisons each bodily part.

He tries to keep his fears at bay

Through his very own deception,

But come the big Judgment Day,

He'll face God's wrath and rejection.

If only he would turn back

And glimpse Christ's mercy and love,

He could leave his rundown shack

For a mansion up above!