The Loving Father
I am a loving Father —
With children far abroad;
They’ve left me for a distant shore,
To serve a foreign god.
Neglecting My commandments,
Rejecting what is right,
They’re living wise in their own eyes,
Yet cannot see the light.
My arms are always open,
And patiently I wait
To reconcile my long-lost child
Who’s still outside My gate.
I’m merciful and gracious —
When, prodigal, I meet:
I run and choose the softest shoes
To soothe their weary feet.
Upon those aching shoulders
I place a robe to wear,
And then I bring the golden ring
That signifies My heir.
The fatted calf is slaughtered,
And heaven’s hosts resound:
My child was dead — now lives, instead;
Was lost — but now is found!
With children far abroad;
They’ve left me for a distant shore,
To serve a foreign god.
Neglecting My commandments,
Rejecting what is right,
They’re living wise in their own eyes,
Yet cannot see the light.
My arms are always open,
And patiently I wait
To reconcile my long-lost child
Who’s still outside My gate.
I’m merciful and gracious —
When, prodigal, I meet:
I run and choose the softest shoes
To soothe their weary feet.
Upon those aching shoulders
I place a robe to wear,
And then I bring the golden ring
That signifies My heir.
The fatted calf is slaughtered,
And heaven’s hosts resound:
My child was dead — now lives, instead;
Was lost — but now is found!
But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms round him and kissed him.
Luke 15:20b
Luke 15:20b
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