THE PRODIGAL SON
Here’s one you can memorize and then recite at the Church Social. It is a lighter version of the familiar parable. I guess you could say it is in the ‘Key of F.’ Feeling footloose and frisky, a featherbrained fellow forced his fond father to fork over the farthings and flew to foreign fields and frittered his fortune, feasting fabulously with faithless friends. Fleeced by his fellows in flooy, and facing famine, he found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy farmyard. Fairly famishing, he fain would have filled his frame with foraged food from fodder fragments. “Fooey!, My father’s flunkies fare far finer,” the frazzled fugitive forlornly fumbled, frankly facing facts. Frustrated by failure and filled with forboding, he fled forthwith to his family. Falling at his father’s feet, he forlornly fumbled: “Father, I’ve flunked and fruitlessly forfeited family favor!!” The farsighted father, forestalling further flinching, frantically flagged the flunkies to fetch a farling from the flock and fix a feast.…
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