As the Sun Rises (2)

Prodigal Me

when is it too late

when I’ve been running all of my life

and gotten myself into more trouble

than I even knew how

 

surely I have fallen too deep

I’ve covered myself in bruises

from assuring myself that I could do it all

and that I knew better than you.

 

after all why would you let me back in

you know my shortcomings and see all my iniquity

yet you welcome me home again

with a robe and a ring

 

what a trade you offer

my faults for your glory

and unconditional love

for a prodigal me.

 

 

 

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