Composed by Jonathan Caswell
When the Prodigal Son left his Dad
To run with the wild and fast crowd…
It was like he yearned for a pretty one’s smile,
A babe who could make him feel proud.
What he found was “love” too easy,
A short cut to addiction overkill…
If he’d be susceptable to the wiles of the heart
Then almost any man will.
It’s easy to get wound up in things of the heart
In ways that are hard to unwind…
Unless one controls what is seen and said,
It assuredly will alter the mind.
What men see and say complimentary-wise
May raise up affections toward sin…
The writer of Proverbs repeatedly warns
To not let temptations within.
Manly juices easily flow
When men have little control
O’er how they compliment and just whom
Their thoughts want to take for a “roll”.
The Prodigal Son is a “type”
Of those who don’t hold their vessel…
In Godly wisdom and manly control,
Avoiding each fall from the trestle!