I don’t know about you;
but I can well relate to the Prodigal Son
so many years, away from the father
from the church, in the wilderness
another land, I did not know
Coming home, that is how it was
returning to my faith
home of my youth
into the sanctuary, holy ground
into the word, your word, oh Lord
Into your arms my brother, my father
wrapping tight, home
growing in you, in your spirit
growing within me
learning more and more
day by day
to trust in you
to let go of my control
you the guide, the master
your will over my own
your words in my fingers
sharing a message, with the world
September 2, 2008
Luke 15:11-32
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Coming Home
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