The first thing that comes to mind
when I think of the cross
our savior dying, in pain
the abandonment of the disciples
the ones that he loved
all of us just the same
So many of us
leave our faith
walk away from the Lord
only to come back later in life
to be renewed, restored
Only then, do we begin to understand
we cannot make it alone
we need our savior
our brother right by our side
to make it through each day
Coming back to our father
the faith of our youth
returning like the Prodigal Son
the Lord there, when we turn to him
for he had never turned from us
right there by our side
February 10, 2010
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