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Unworthy To Be Called Your Son
by Lance Gargus
02/09/08
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And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.
And the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son.
But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet:
And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry:
For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. And they began to be merry.
Luke 15:20-24

"It is not flesh and blood but the heart, which makes us fathers and sons." - Johann Schiller

I don't want the man I was to rise up in me again,

He keeps me awake at night.

I try to silence this storm coming from within,

I yearn for peace and rest from this fight.

The waters coming rushing over me,

Pushing and pulling me underneath its rage.

Shouting here I am Lord and I'm drowning,

Trembling hands reaching for the rock of age.

Echoing in my mind that I'm just one mistake away,

Back to where you found me on that day.

Tears have filled my eyes with the coming of the dawn,

Here I am trying to carry on.

Daddy, please, don't leave me this way.

As the rushing waters begin to weigh.

The oncoming waters are drowning out your truth,

Asking me where is my proof?

This world has gotten me thinking for myself,

Saying answers come from a book on a shelf.

Seeking for the truth that your word reveals,

Praying for the peace only you can seal.

Looking at the world I had made my friend,

The ones always reminding me of my sin.

They flow like a raging river driven on by a storm,

The tattering of my heart's sails being ripped and torn.

I've held out as long as I can,

Letting go and holding out my hands.

As the current sweeps along,

In that instant of weakness I found where I belong.

Daddy, take my hands.

From that moment I'm lifted on to dry land.

I am so unworthy to be called your son again,

All the while your wrapping me in your light.

Before my final amen,

No more wandering, no more plight.

You embrace me with your arms,

Holding me close to you.

Son, this is just the beginning,

I'm here now to see you through.

by
Lance Gargus
www.lancessoulsearching.com

If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW

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