The Brothers are in Me

I’m the brother who wandered,

I’m the brother who squandered,

Every dime that I had,

Chasing dreams in my head,

Of life, free from my Father.

But I’m the brother recovered,

I’m the one who discovered,

As I humbled my pride,

Every longing inside,

Leads me back to my Father.

And I’m the brother demanding,

The older brother home standing,

I deem all is mine,

Entitled to every dime,

Plus the love of my Father.

I can still tend to wander,

And I still tend to squander,

Every day You give bread,

Wallowing in my head,

Missing the gifts of my Father.

Although I’ve been recovered,

I have also discovered,

Pride still consumes me,

And I still fail to see,

How much I need my Father.

I can still be demanding,

And I can waste understanding,

Align this strong will,

So that I can refill,

With the heart of my Father.

I’m the lost and the found one,

I’m the broken and sound one,

Lord help me to see,

The brothers in me,

So I only trust in my Father.

Patti McCarthy Broderick

August 2018