His love for Me: My love for her

Prodigal's Son

If I were to be loved,

To be trusted.

Would peace envelope my soul.

If your arms could wrap around me,

Warmth from this eerie cold.

I found a love I cherished.

But fell from grace instead.

I forgot you in the mean time.

I lost my heaven sent.

But you sent forth to find me.

Eating scarps from pigs unfed.

A place of dimmed-light darkness.

A place where there is no rest.

You freed me from these chains.

That drained this weary soul.

I found my rest in Jesus.

And lost the man of old.