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    layout: lyricaltragedy
    inspiration: reversescollide

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    05 May 2008 @ 1:05 PM

    // How can I not want to see you in Heaven with me?

    The Parable of the Lost Son

    Luke 15:11-32

    Jesus continued: "There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, 'Father, give me my share of the estate.' So he divided his property between them.

    "Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

    "When he came to his senses, he said, 'How many of my father's hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men.' So he got up and went to his father.

    "But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

    "The son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.'

    "But the father said to his servants, 'Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' So they began to celebrate.

    "Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing.So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. 'Your brother has come,' he replied, 'and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.'

    "The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, 'Look! All these years I've been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!'

    " 'My son,' the father said, 'you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' "

    ---

    "If other people cheat my money, I will make noise. If my own family cheat my money, I gam guan."


    Thanks for always fetching me everywhere, even though it's totally unnecessary (and a waste of time and petrol).

    Thanks for always giving me (more than) enough pocket money behind Mum's back, even though you always lecture (and bore) me about your childhood money-saving escapades.

    Thanks for being always there for the family, even though work sucks and Mum's screaming gets on everyone's nerves.

    Thanks for always loving Mum more than she loves you, even though (kidding!) she doesn't always deserve it.

    Thanks for siding me when Mum scolds, even though I'm almost always in the wrong.

    Thanks for bringing me into this world, even though I've caused you problems in more ways than one.

    Thanks for always thinking of me, even though I don't always think of you.

    Thanks for being the best Dad I can ever have.

    Happy birthday. :)