Prayers for a Prodigal Daughter

A couple drove down a rural highway
Anne’s going to Seoul for a conference

The wife told her husband of thirty years
The husband then asked, Will she then come home?

No because then she’s going to London
He missed his two daughters, Anne and Penny

I hate that we can’t see Penny, he sighed
Remember she made her choice—it’s her life

The wife reminded her downcast husband
What will we do with her stuff, he questioned

Keep it in case she comes back, the wife said
You know she’s never coming back, he said

He continued, I wouldn’t want her to
He added, It’d feel weird tossing her stuff

The wife said, We’ll donate it, not trash it
The husband snapped at her, That’s not the point

It’s weird not bringing her presents, he said
The wife gloomily looked at her husband

I’ll miss her most at Christmastime, she said
I still wonder how this happened, he said

The wife asked her husband, What do you mean?
How did Penny turn out this way?, he asked

Well, she’s way smarter than us, the wife laughed
They soon arrived at their destination

They visited Penny and it was hard
They shed tears seeing Penny behind bars

Leaving the visit, the wife spoke up first
Our daughter Penny is there for good now

The husband then asked his wife a question
Sweetheart, What do we do with ourselves now?

The wife replied, We keep praying for Anne
Tears were now rushing to the husband’s eyes

He thought of the picture he took that day
The picture of Penny behind the bars

Penny was radiant in her habit.