Precious
Luke 15:11-32
In search of delight, I wandered away
Exchanged my inheritance for nothing at all.
Choking on filth, suffocating in sin
I drew one last breath, and dared venture home.
Upon my knees with pod stained cheeks
When from afar you beckoned me near.
You ringed me and robed me, welcomed me home
Cleansed and clutched me, claimed me your own.
With open side, you slay me forgiven
With tender gaze, you tended my wounds
With pierced hands, you slaked me Precious
Your Mercy; my treasure
Your Name; my inheritance
Your Word; my path
Your Kingdom; my home.
"This brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found."
Chentelle Anne Cooke
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Submitted June 3, 2020
Copyright © James Dotzler | Year Posted 2020
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