Rembrandt - The Return of the Prodigal Son 1669
It’s true, I am a drunk,
and my soul lives in the shadow of my emotions,
yet there have been songs for me
and my life has had its meaning;
but the hand that made me
and all that I have ever been
has deserted me;
Would anyone ever know that my life
with all its ruined hours
has been a search for Him?

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