A Prodigal’s Peace

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

"… the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country
and there squandered his wealth in wild living.
After he had spent everything… he began to be in need…
When he came to his senses, he said, ‘I will… go back to my father and say to him:
Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.
I am no longer worthy to be called your son…’
But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him
and was filled with compassion for him;
he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.”
From Luke 15 NIV
 
 
 
Resting in my Father’s arms, again;
Weary of the places I have been;
Haunted by the horrors I have seen;
Broken by the bonds of being “free;”
 
Things I thought would make my life complete
Crippled me, and ended in defeat.
All I thought I’d gained, I quickly lost.
“Freedom” came at much too high a cost.
 
But my Father knew this, all along;
Welcomed me back home, where I belong;
Gathered all I was in His embrace;
Offering forgiveness, love, and grace.
 
And oh, the peace within my Father’s arms;
Far removed from Satan’s deadly charms.
I’ll not let him lure my heart away.
For here, beneath God’s wings, is where I’ll stay.
 
 
©Lisa DeVinney, March 2009

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