The Father sat with His
eyes on the road,
everything slowed,
His hope unbroken,
and heart wide
open.
and heart wide
open.
He blinked twice to see
a single silhouette,
it was His own son
that He could never
forget.
forget.
He stood in a hurry,
his walk became a run,
eyes full of mercy,
He didn't care what
had been done
had been done
for life had now
begun.
begun.
Dirty from all his
worthless deeds,
the Father had everything
to meet his
needs.
needs.
Wrapped Him in a
tight embrace,
tight embrace,
forgiveness to lift
up his face.
up his face.
A robe over his shoulders,
sandals for his feet,
ring on his finger and
his own home
down the
street.
down the
street.
Let us celebrate
with a feast,
with a feast,
the lost is found,
the outcast crowned,
the prisoner
released.
released.
Enough has been said
this son of mine has
come back from
the dead.
the dead.
Luke.15
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