“But when he came to himself, he said, ‘How many of my
father’s hired servants have bread enough and to spare, and I
perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and
will say to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and
before you, and I am no longer worthy to be called your son.
Make me like one of your hired servants.’ ” Luke 15: 17-19
Why am I
living in this dank, smelly environ
with creatures of the night like mice, rats and vermin?
is living in a place of honor on high –
He think of me when He passes by?
even see me? Am I a disgrace?
take me in and let me share His place?
Why am I
eating molded food just to stay alive,
Scrounging day by day with barely enough to survive?
Father’s table is prepared in a huge banquet hall;
presides at the head. Did I hear Him call?
Why am I
doing without the luxury to bathe,
only cold dirty water with which to lave?
has hot water and sweet smelling oil.
let me step into His mercy pool and leave all my soil?
wash away all the grime and scrub the sin spots away,
the whole mess with Him and begin a “New Day”?
Why am I
wearing these rags, shivering in the cold?
is dressed in regal attire, beautiful to behold.
not care that I’m not adequately dressed here;
have only tattered clothes—Is He ashamed of how I appear?
asked Him, if I begged, would He notice my despair?
give me clean clothes? Should I ask—Would I dare?
“And he arose and came to his father. But when he was still a
great way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran
and fell on his neck and kissed him…his father said to his
servants, ‘Bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put
a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet, and bring the
fatted calf here 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.’ “ (Luke 15:22-24 NKJV).
From His lofty vantage point, He sees my squalor.
is tender toward me. He says, “Come, follow.”
been waiting for my cognizance of my rights,
claim my heritage and in Him delight.
house are many mansions,” my Father told me,
made it possible through His death at Calvary.
don’t disgrace me, my child. Removed that from your mind.
suffered your disgrace, and now you are Mine.
you’re a King’s child, and don’t you forget;
redeemed at Calvary; Jesus paid your debt.
been cleansed by the blood Jesus shed on the tree;
your sins were as scarlet, they are gone! You are free!”
showed me His table spread with more than I could eat.
have been happy just to sit at His feet.
have rejoiced just to be in His employ.
said, “Come and dine. All this is yours to enjoy.”
hardly believe it—It was just too good to be mine!
was—It was true. He said I was His for all time.
finest apparel was now waiting to be donned,
robe of righteousness that I could never have earned,
by a Master Tailor, fitted just to my size.
beautiful! Exceeding my most imaginative surmise.
my feet with the gospel and with truth He did gird me;
love He sustained me. He gave his Spirit to guide me.
me so long to see how much He loves me?
Now I can
see the deprivation I suffered was unnecessary.
I’d been listening with my heart more intently
heard His voice sooner as He called me so gently.
home now and happy, in His love I’m secure.
never leave nor forsake me—of that I am sure!
“Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumer, because His
compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is
your faithfulness.” (Lamentations 3:22-23 NKJV)