I stepped out of door to my Father's house with a loud smack,
vowing never would I decide to come back.
I ventured out upon the a long, open road,
sure of adventure, fortune, and fame that awaited without rules.
I hit my marks, gaining pride and riches early and strong,
Wine, Dine, and my life full of song.
I lived a life I wanted, this I knew,
My father's world , by comparision, seemed simply cruel.
Several times I'd hear my Father's voice call out,
"Come Home, Come home" went the rout.
But I denied the reasoning He gave to return,
vowing I would have everything,that on my own, I could earn.
Anger, Disease, Fear and Death,
all worked to take away my breath.
And still I heard that distant cry of my Father's plea,
reaching out to distract and capture me.
Up and down my life and my fortunes went,
as I continued on my Hell driven bent.
Disaster and devastation, the world's victors, ravaged my soul,
and my treasures, all my earthly desires, turned to coal.
And still my Father's voice cried out,
Pleading with me to listen, to come about.
To steer my ship away from the dangerous, storm-tossed sea,
"Come home," the whisper would say, "and rest with me."
Finally, with nothing left to gain,
I walked the journey home through the pouring rain.
Not to demand or expect a warm greeting,
I prepared with reason and hope all my pleading.
I told My Father, "Just give me three meals and a cot",
He just stood there on the spot.
I pleaded "I expect nothing from the One I turned away from,
fleeing Your love as I continued to run."
My Father just smiled at me,
and asked, "How else could it be?"
"I cannot give you less than what is the rule,
But if you think you lost My love, its untrue."
"True, I cried to you to return,
and heard your anger, your reckless spurn."
My Father looked at me,
And still in His eyes I could see that plea.
"I sent your brother to seek for you.
He died out there, condemned by the world you held true."
My Father gathered me in His arms,
and quietly brushed away this world's harms.
"He did that because He loves you too,
and He knew He'd be there to see you through."
My Father looked into my eyes,
Wiping them clean, clearing away the cloudy skies.
"It was Him, my child, that you heard call,
Over the distance, and the quietness of it all."
"And He died, dear one, to show you the way,
Of how to return Home, safely, someday."
My Father picked me up in His arms and smiled.
"I have loved you all the while."
"It didn't matter how long I had to wait for you to come back,
I watched until I saw you turn away from the wayward, destructive track."
My Father declared for all to hear, "A feast we shall have this day,"
for My child, who was lost, has found his way,
back into the arms of his Father, who has always cared,
and who had never thought of His son with despair."
I shook in wonder and took My Father's hand in mine,
Feeling and seeing His love for me shine.
Not understanding, I thought "how this could be,
this Father's unconditional love for me?".
As if He heard, He turned and said, "I created you, My son,
and modelled you after the ONE."
So tell me, sweet child, how could I have no less love for thee,
than the One, who did so much to bring you back to Me?"
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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