Prodigal Sons And Daughters
Prodigal sons, and daughters come home..
Come from the places, where you chose to roam.
The choices you made and the life you live..
Would all be forgiven, for my love I would give.
You left what I gave you and went on your own..
You squandered all your riches and got chilled to the bone.
What you thought were the glitter, of riches and fame..
Were deception and lies, in the devil's game.
I searched everyday, in my closet of grief..
That the mercies of God, would give you relief.
In hunger and thirst, I would cry for your soul..
And howl like a wolf and dig like a miner for his gold.
The table is prepared and your robe is in my hand...
And shining like a penny, is your ring so grand.
My eyes are ever searching, for the sight of my child...
With arms wide open, without any guile.
You are not rejected and you are not unloved...
You are not a failure an
d a puzzle to be solved.
Who you are to Me, is the jewel in my crown..
And everyday My Blood, says you are not bound.
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