Hither, hither ye young lad!
Come to the agora and see
The prodigality of that God
And how his foolishness abound
Was He of strong wine drunk?
When immortality sought for materiality
And peeping from His cloud’s roof
Met His eyes on a woman!
And upon love, whence He fell!
Therein with a beautiful baby boy
His love Mary, named him Jesus
Thus, the God dwelt among men
Often upon time, this son strayed
Breaking in and out of men’s snares
Till the day they made him weep
Wouldn’t his father with whip come?
Here, he sang unsweet elegies
Breathing his last upon a tree
The prodigal God was rather pleased
Instead of wrecking with volcanic wrath
His little lot they cast lot upon
Dancing they have killed God’s son
Yet, He only heard him heaved at last
“…neither do they know of this”
With generous prodigality, He forgave
Much more still, His grace in lavishing
Upon earth and dwelling beings
Don’t you pity this God?
Come let’s ask him what He wants
Why wouldn’t He let us go our way?
Wait, wait… that we may know why
Why He says He ever loves us
Deep calls still upon deep
Unto our too straying souls
That His and our own prodigality
May collide once at rest
Oh, the idiocy of our own wisdom
In knowing He’s not unwise
For coming to us in our like
Lest we in awe stand afar from Him