The Prodigal
(Luke 15:11-32)
He ran with outstretched arms to meet me
A wretch once called His child;
He came and He embraced me
His voice was sweet and mild.
I came to be His servant
Unworthy of His Name,
And yet with ring and raiment
He clothed me when I came.
He threw a feast rejoicing
That I at last had come.
And still I love recalling –
He bid me welcome home!
Christina Joy Hommes
