Like a new born opening its lungs, drawing in the initial breath
or Lazarus wondering, how, when
called, he overcame death.
Like the egg and the sperm on
inevitability, when set out from
I’ve been gone for far too long
and still there are some who
continually wave, “So long”
but what will they do when the
lost son comes home?
Mamma said; I’ll hang a banner on
But I recoiled at the fanfare and
an “I’d love that” I forced.
The truth is I’d rather return as
quiet as I can
I’m sure this to the public some
just won’t understand.
Yet a voice within says,
“I’ve readied the fatted calf”
for the life that you have now
you will never outlast.
“My son that was dead is
I responded, thank you Father I
don’t deserve what’s in store.
He said, “I know you don’t
deserve it, consider it a gift
that’s why I ran to you and
sealed it with My kisses.
Nothing will separate you from My
nothing on earth or beneath or
You are reborn by My incorruptible
let us make merry, have a feast,
begin the festivities.
Begin where you are, let the joy
this is purely by faith, not of
what you know.”
Long before I ever knew my worth
way before the date of my birth,
a sequence was set, a plan so
to redeem and to save before the Word said; “Be.”
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