Have you been wandering? Do you feel you’ve lost your way? Does the night seem to overcome the brightness of the day? Are you afraid that you’re too far gone yet still sinking deeper? Does your mind sometimes fantasize about meeting the grim reaper?
Take heart, oh weary prodigal soul, I know that place. And I also know that you are not a hopeless case. You may have wandered and squandered all on your own, But you need not now starve in the desert alone.
I don’t know what you’ve done or what’s been done to you, But I do know that none of those things disqualify you. No brokenness is beyond His ability to restore, And where sin abounds, grace still abounds more!
While we were enemies, Christ died so we could be reconciled, And the Father is not ashamed to call a prodigal His child. He is running with arms to rescue and embrace, To bestow on you a celebration of amazing grace!
How do I know that these words are true? Well, I’ve been the running prodigal more times than a few. Yet, He has been faithful to me through all my years, And He has called me back, delivering me from all my fears.
I speak these words today because of His grace alone, And I do not speak them by any strength of my own. God is faithful, steadfast, patient, generous, and true; And His grace is for people like me and like you.
The Lord is my shepherd and He knows my name, And He spoke it to lead me out of my shame. He found me when I was the sheep that had gone astray, And brought me back to the flock where I now long to stay.
He is the good Shepherd, not merely a hired hand – The one who cares so deeply, more than I can understand! He laid down His life for me on His own accord, And paid a ransom I could never afford.
Each day He leads me to green pastures full of provision, Where life and restoration are freely and fully given. There, I walk near streams of living water, Not as a slave but as the Father’s daughter.
As I learn to recognize His voice, I learn more of His ways too, And He guides me to do what is righteous and true. Sometimes I try my own way but find His rod is there, Not to harm but to keep me from a deadly snare.
Some days I also find myself in the valley for a duration, But He leads me through it for it is not my final destination. I have no need to fear, for even then He is near, And though I cling to Him, He holds me more dear.
He invites me to a table where my enemies can clearly see, That the one who is His will always His be. They cannot prevail or snatch me from His hand, For in His presence, they are too weak to even stand!
Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me all my days, And I will dwell with Him both now and always. The Lord is my shepherd and He knows my name, And because of that – I will never be the same.
I am weary, faded, and worn, Like a threadbare cloth almost fully torn. The threads of the warp and woof lay bare, From the friction of the world and inner despair.
My heart is heavy from all that I see, And the voices that scream so loudly within me. Some days I feel so anxious and frail, And overwhelmed by suffering’s massive scale.
How many times can a garment be repaired? Is there hope that a worn one might still be spared? Sometimes I feel like I’m just too far gone, And I forget the promised hope of dawn.
My words are feeble, and I fear to speak. But Lord, help me believe even when things look so bleak! Don’t let me settle for mismatched, unshrunk patches, Nor abandon myself to destructive fire and ashes.
Please don’t let these fragile threads break, But oh, if they do, surely You can still make. For, in Your skilled hands, nothing goes to waste, Even holes and stubborn stains can be wholly erased.
You promised to finish every good work You ever began, So help me to trust that You still have a plan. You are still working, making like only You can do, Making even seemingly hopeless things new.