Prodigal Son

No hidden agenda,I was unemployed and upon my parents I was dependant to fill the void of an addict,smoke clouded my mind,my rainbows were distant,I treated Gods daughters like w****s,Gods Sons I viciously pounded,unto Satan I become subject,I wouldn't accept my vocation,God who am I,when your people don't even pay you attention,abandoned and rejected your existence,I trampled upon your Grace,willingly choose the World instead of the Word when infact the Word existed before the World,but still I desired the World 'cause I'm a glutton,Finally I'd live Iife large but without You,I pondered upon the thought when you've left your Sovereign throne and walked the dust roads of Jeruselam pursuing the Prodigal Son,