Your soul, mutilated,
was battered, bleeding, bruised.
Your heart felt humiliated.
You thought, you were accused.
Yes, you were - how often! –
ashamed in a mess.
Oh, let your heart be softened
by weeping in distress.
But were you then aware,
in that disgraceful fall,
how much the Lord did care
and waited for your call?
All prodigals are longed-for,
God heals the lives wrecked.
He gives us love and comfort,
our souls’ architect.
God always welcome those,
who lay before Him sins.
He wants us to be close,
and who endures – wins.
Permit the Lord to straighten
all of your crooked ways.
give no place to Satan,
he’s raging nowadays.
He’s hateful and wild,
and cruel are his blows,
but you are a God’s child,
who wrong and right knows.
Let gradual perfection
with every day increase.
Ask God for your protection,
for guidance and for peace.
09.03.2019
Conversation with a Prodigal
© Copyright: Альбина Кумирова, 2019
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