As one like unto the prodigal son there are so
many things I could tell this generation of my lifes story and many
events like the morning I was awakened by a police officer knocking on
my car window at 6 oclock in the morning after a very highly
induced night. Friend I was in the front yard of the Local district
judges house sitting there in my car asleep with the lights on and have
no idea how in the world I got there.The judge woke up and saw this car
in his front yard and it scared him thinking I might be someone he put
away coming back for revenge. I didnt even know the man. He called to
cops and well....Oh yea that one made the family history book. My father
who was a preacher, he and my family were real proud of Deno about that
one.
But those types of events and there were many are not
the high light of my life. I can honestly say before God and before you
and before all the world that of all that this prodigal son in America
and in Europe has tasted in all my diverse adventures in this life, THE
TASTE OF GOD IS THE BEST AND SWEETEST OF ALL. ...One day I woke up
crying and crying out to God how I longed to come home. Im tired Lord.
Im tired of playing the fool. This party life is just a big lie and
delusion anyway. Im worn out and wounded. Ive broken my families heart
and wounded my on life with all this sin and pleasure living. Can I
please come back home Jesus. Id rather live in the truth than stay out
night after night day after day living in the lie of strong delusion
because this sinful partying lifestyle has done nothing but to hurt and
deceive me from start to finish.......Well to make a long story short I
heard the Lord in my heart gently whisper, Son Ive been here
waiting.....FRIEND YOU CAN COME BACK HOME TO. HE IS WAITING WITH
OUTSTRETCHED ARMS.....DENO
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