Dear God,

   I go to church on a Sunday. The vows that I make I break them on Monday. The rest of the week I do as I please. Then come Sunday morning I pray on my knees.


   Dear God, I know I'm not worthy. But, I need you so. Please, won't you hurry! And help me turn back from the path I have trod. You'll never be sorry, dear God.


   Each day we read in the paper of the carrying's on of some of our neighbors. We're sinning and lying and forgetting the faith. Then we have the nerve to ask is it too late.


   Dear God, I know I'm not worthy. But, I need you so. Please, won't you hurry! And help me turn back from the path I have trod. You'll never be sorry, dear God.


                                                                                                                      Sincerely,

                                                                                                               Your Prodigal

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