"And now my life's song sings,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Let my life's song sing to You"
How can I give you up...
How can I hand you over...
My heart is changed within me
All my compassion is aroused...
For I am God, and not man--
The Holy One among you
Hosea 11:8-9
Daddy, Abba, Father, Dad. Lord Most High. How I long to see you as Daddy again. If I did all the time, I would know how desperate you are to take care of me, to have me do good, and love you the way I should. But most of all, I would know how deep your love is for me. It is deeper than I could imagine, and ever present, even when I am in the midst of things you despise. Forgive me, God, for my shortcomings. Forgive me, but more importantly help me to move on, to the things you hold for me. I will give you my things if you will give me yours. I know I am scared of being empty-handed, but I will trust in you. Take me home, Daddy. Let me live in your home and know that it is my home too. This prodigal child is coming home.
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