The Return of the Prodigal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tossed too long in the stormy sea,

Your face is scarred by years
Of life that left you changed and lost.
You washed up on your tears.
 
The very hills that once were yours
Look down upon you now
And do not recognize your face,
Your weather beaten brow.
 
Yet, as you settle down upon
That once familiar shore,
You find that you no longer hope
To ever leave it more.
 
You've realized what you endured
Has polished off the rind
That hid the heart God touched with life,
Leaving His Grace behind.
 
Luke  15:
31 “‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. 32 But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found."