He Keeps on Running

I wrote this poem about a year ago. It is dedicated to one of my relatives, who is unsaved.

He Keeps on Running

He keeps on running
headlong in the wrong direction
He will not heed the pleadings from
the ones who care.
He will not listen, he shuts his ears,
he closes his eyes so he will not see.
Like the Jewish pharisees
He ignores the obvious truth
he keeps on running
headlong in the wrong direction.

Upon their weary knees
they offer up many a plea.
in tears over an open Bible
entreating for God to help.
For though they set him
an example to follow
and show him the wonder
of Gods loving grace and mercy
He takes no notice,
he plunges on through the brambles.
Like a dog enjoys its own vomit,
So he enjoys his sin.

He keeps on running
headlong in the wrong direction
He will not be reached;
he will not take heed.
He continues to hurt those who love him;
he ignores their prayers and pleas.
Stubborn and stupid,
a fool and a punk
an idiot and a jerk
He continues his brainless run
headlong in the wrong direction.

Please dear God, oh please
help this foolish wanderer
the prodigal son in modern time
this sinful unsaved man.
Please do what it takes to
bring him on his knees,
to bring him to You.
Please save this foolish wanderer who is running
headlong in the wrong direction.