Perhaps Jesus' most famous parable, retold here in verse.
I hope you enjoy it.

Part I The Son The pleasures of the flesh are calling His young heart stops to listen A siren song his ears enthralling A dream of lips that glisten A little wine to ease his heart A little song to make him merry Arms that open, thighs that part His misgivings he will bury His passion and his money spent He awakens all alone No swaying breasts, no flashing hips His companions all are gone "Why?" he cries to cold deaf ears He's homeless, cold and hungry "No one cares, no one hears The city is heartless and lonely!" He thinks of the family he left behind He thinks of the hearts he left broken What kind of welcome could he find When no goodbyes were spoken? And now, with nowhere else to go His thoughts toward home keep turning To face a future he doesn't know At the prodigal's returning. Part II The Father He sits at the window, a broken man Forgotten, gray and old Remembering the touch of a tiny hand As memory grows cold Listening in silent dread As if all hope were gone For the old familiar tread The old familiar song Oh, where, oh where is the little boy Where my darling one? What happened to the boundless joy My precious, long lost son? Has he forgotten home and family Now that he is grown? The father's love, the mother's kiss Has he left us all alone? Noisy rooms gone quiet now No need to shout, "Behave!" No merry laughter, no prayers to hear All is quiet as the grave. Is he lost? Or is he dead? Oh, how his heart is yearning! His deepest, his most earnest prayer For the prodigal's returning. Part III The Homecoming There, on the deserted road A figure walks alone Bent as if by a heavy load His weary steps toward home And, there, in the window, a head comes up And unbelieving tears Come coursing down the withered cheek Forgotten, the bitter years "Father!" comes the timid voice "My son!" the joyous cry "My lost child, you're home at last! A happy man am I!" "My Father, I am sorry For all the wrong I've done" "My child, all is forgiven. Welcome home, my son!" The hillside echoes their joyous cries As angels dance about the pair They look into each other's eyes And see the love reflected there Forgotten, all the lonely years Forgotten, temptation's burning Forgotten, the sorrow; forgotten, the tears At the prodigal's returning. Part IV The Jealous Brother "Now, let us kill the fatted calf! And let the guests arrive! For he who was lost is now found He who was dead, alive!" Now, as the feast was carried out With generous libation With merry laughter, joyous shouts And wondrous celebration Another son, in agony Was watching, all alone "My father has forgotten me Me, his loyal son." "My son, my son", his father said "Come, now, let's rejoice! For he's alive, who once was dead! Now, hearken to my voice!" "For him you kill the fatted calf For me, what have you done?" "Why, everything I have is yours My faithful, loving son." He wouldn't see, he wouldn't hear His heart, with jealous churning Would not accept his father's joy At the prodigal's returning. Part V The Moral And now, in sorrow, our Father waits And watches from above As we follow the wicked siren's song His heart breaks with His love We chase our golden idols We ignore His broken plea We follow after every lust Our hearts cannot be free With ears gone deaf, and eyes gone blind Allured by worldly pleasure We close our hearts, we close our mind Upon our greatest Treasure The feast is ready, He paid the price He extends a loving hand Will we accept His sacrifice? Oh, will we understand? And will we share His happiness As the lost ones stumble home? Or seethe with inward bitterness And wander off, alone? He stands before the open gates His heart, with patient yearning And so our Father sadly waits For the prodigal's returning.