I
will arise and go
I
will arise and go
to
my father's house
I
am oh so unworthy,
yet
maybe He'll
let me serve Him
Let
me work for Him
as
a servant.
My work of redemption.
On the road I look
toward my old home.
Lo and behold, I saw my father
On
the road looking
Up
the road toward me
And I saw hope spring into His eyes,
And a look filled with love.
Then
I saw my Father running,
My
Father was running
Running
with arms outstretched
Running
to me
My
heart leapt out to Him
I
stumbled on the road,
trying to run to Him
My heart was ashamed,
I was afraid.
Then, I
felt His arms around me
He
held me close.
I
fell down and kissed his feet.
Clinging
to Him
I washed his feet with my tears.
But
my Father lifted me up
and
held me close to his heart
His
eyes of love
shown
into mine,
My
Child, you were dead and
are
alive again.
My father called out
Bring shoes
Bring
the best robe
Bring
the Ring,
The ring of belonging,
establishing
my place.
Prepare a feast.
My child has returned
My child has returned
It was not my good deeds
Not my greatness
Not my value and worth
being honored, but
His amazing love.
And
with the great joy
the
celebration lifted me up,
Lifted
me up on wings of
great
undeserving forgiveness.
It
was nothing good, I had done.
It
was all my Father.
All
I am,
All
I have is:
His gift,
His
love,
His
work
That
gives me life
I only learned later
the price HE paid
For my gift of sonship,
of forgiveness
of forgiveness
Mercy and love.
The price for my life
was His death on
A cross of shame
For my sins.
But even all the sins of
the world could not hold
of Glory,
The mighty God of Heaven
And earth in death.
He arose,
He is alive
His death bought my
life, and His life
gave me my place
in Him.
Thank you Father.
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